Lira decided to investigate the booth again. The market seemed quieter now, almost unreal.
The woman was there, as always, waiting. "Back so soon?" she asked.
Lira noticed a small token on the counter, glowing faintly. She picked it up.
Suddenly, she felt eyes on her. Across the market, the young man from yesterday was watching. Not just watching—he was studying her, like he knew something she didn't.
The token pulsed in her hand. A faint whisper echoed: "You are chosen."