see there? yes, there— behind the mirror— no, a bit to the left, well, go up a bit; it's under the cloak and you'll see it if you peel up the corner some. it's tiny and crumpled, about the size of a fist and maybe just as round, and weighs a fraction perhaps shy of three tons. and it's not really heavy but for the emotions weighing and sagging and pulling it all the way down. it's why it sinks in my pocket, see, because it's so heavy. it's why i'm so scared to give it to you because for all i know, it'll slip from your fingers and smash into the smallest of pieces.
but i'll still give it to you. i happen to be very skilled with elmer's glue.