Inside a massive room that looked like it was stitched entirely from fabric, the walls swayed gently with the breeze, as if the whole chamber was breathing.
Lanterns hung overhead, glowing in shifting hues, casting playful shadows across the space.
At the center of the room stood a long, grand dining table carved from dark driftwood, polished smooth and engraved with carnival symbols—stars, masks, and animals frozen mid-performance.
An extravagant feast was laid out across its length. Towering platters of seafood dominated the table: golden-fried leviathan rings, grilled sea serpent tail, butter-drenched lobster, rainbow clams still steaming from the pot, and spiral shells filled with spiced crab meat.
The food was served by a procession of stunning women clad only in shimmering veils of colorful silk that barely covered their bodies, accentuating their every movement.
