A Marketplace Frozen In Time Where Stalls Overflow With Strange Goods—jars Of Glowing Liquids Bundles

A marketplace frozen in time, where stalls overflow with strange goods—jars of glowing liquids, bundles of herbs that smell faintly of mint and smoke, and mechanical trinkets that hum softly even though no one touches them. The air is thick with the scent of spices and something metallic, and the cobblestone streets are littered with coins and fragments of broken pottery. The merchants stand behind their stalls, unmoving, their faces obscured by hoods or masks, and their hands frozen mid-gesture. Above, the sky is a swirl of gold and pink, as if caught in an eternal sunset. At the center of the marketplace, there is a massive clock tower, its hands spinning wildly in opposite directions. Beneath the tower, a fountain spews water that hangs in midair, suspended like droplets of glass. The only sound is the faint ticking of the clock, growing louder the closer you approach the tower.

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