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By Jean-Pierre Gibrat A café at the edge of a massive desert, its walls built from the ribcage of an ancient titan. The barista, a horned demon with delicate hands, serves shimmering golden tea in glass cups. Outside, the sand shifts with the movements of massive, unseen creatures. A group of adventurers—an armored knight with a mechanical arm, a fire-breathing lizard woman, and a rogue with shadowy tendrils instead of hair—sit at a table, discussing a map spread before them. The café is a haven in the endless sands, glowing lanterns swinging gently in the breeze. The mood is one of quiet anticipation, the promise of journeys yet to come.