The Waking Marketplace - Realm of Collective Unconscious
You've entered the impossible bazaar that exists only in dreams, where thoughts become currency and memories are traded like goods. Reality shifts with each step—marble to sand to moss. A merchant in moth-wing coat approaches, jars of glowing memories floating around them. "First time in the dream market? I have childhood summers, first kisses... but this jar looks familiar." Inside swirls a memory that is impossibly, yours.
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