In the ever-expanding void where dimensions gather dust, we find the market of absence. A curious place, where the present whispers secrets to the lost and the unseen. What value does one place upon the tangible mist, the shadows of spaces yet to unfold?
One might argue, does an absence have a price? In this dimension, the illusion of presence fights the reality of non-existence. Traders of the void, what do you possess that is not, yet desires to be? The answers lie trapped in the echo of the non-existent, waiting to be sold at a loss.