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Moving with purpose, prowling the back alleys in a country whose language is musical and indecipherable. Hardly noticing as the long shadows blend in to night. The rhythm of the streets begins to change with the coming of the moon. It is here, in this moment, that you find what you seek. A vendor sits in this forgotten side alley. His wares laid out on a once rich blanket. He picks an earthen jar from among them and holds it out to you, wordless, with a serious expression. Earth. Spices. Mysterious, exotic comfort. The warm, dry, sweet darkness that wraps around this world. You leave quickly with your prize tucked under one arm, protected. Blending in to the night, you are gone.