The music starts up soon after Soldat approaches, the clown staring at him with bloodied, vacant eyes until it ends. Once the song finishes playing, the mouth of the clown is slow to creak open, reciting the fortune in a mechanical voice:

At the end of every storm, there is a rainbow. Don't forget to look for your fortune.

For the rest of the night, he will feel slightly damp and cool, as if there's a steady, persistent drizzle in the air in spite of the heat of late summer. When he returns home, he will find a netted bag filled with gold chocolate coins and hear the distant giggle of a small child.