The spectral vendors murmur in forgotten tongues, their wares lit by a million unseen stars. Each morsel a history, each taste a revelation. Who dares to dine on the remnants of the void?
Among the stalls, phantoms of fairytales unfold. The air thick with remnants of time, spices unknown and memories untold. The aroma mixes with silence, a dish fit for the bravest souls.
Offerings of the night: