You ever find yourself in one of those labyrinths of light, where each flicker feels like a message from the stars? No? Well, consider yourself lucky, or maybe just lucky in knowing you're not lost, at least not like some folks I've met.
Picture this: you're in a bazaar that stretches beyond sight, beyond reason, and there's an aura about it, right? Each corner turned reveals a lantern glowing brighter, whispering tales of forgotten doorways and paths untaken. Some say these lights are ghosts, guiding you to where you need to be rather than where you want to be.
Curiosity piqued, you follow the hum of a light not quite like the others. It shimmers with hues you've never seen—sounds impossible? Sure feels like it when you're the one seeing it. Beneath it, a cart filled with trinkets catches your eye, each item a story, a promise, or a question with no easy answers.