The aisle is filled with the scent of aged grains, a mosaic of somber whispers and rustling dreams steadied in sacks. The Emporium stands a little off the edge of town; every resident knows it exists, yet no one can recall its exact features except for the you'll-know-when-you-see-it grain tower.
Perched upon its own pedestal, the slightly coarse grain whispers tales of harvest moons and solitary nights under vast skies. Comes in different tones of beige to wayward tan, reflecting light like a deeply held secret.
Price: $15/bushel
This tightly packed grain carries stories of hushed barn gatherings and the quiet moving of stars. It's said that a kernel left to ponder can unravel forgotten histories etched in the soil.
Price: $20/bushel
Buy, ponder, sniff. The options between the rows seem endless, echoing a cycle of seasons rolling over tales as old as time.