We sit around an ancient oak table, its round top is covered in arcane graffiti. The darkness surrounding us plays tricks on our eyes if we stare too long or hard. We are not sure if our eyes are playing, or if there really is a tiny speck of a man far in the distance walking towards us. It grows into a speck before fully resolving itself into a small-because-faraway man. After an eternity, or perhaps a single moment, he has arrived, a full-scale human waiter. He introduces himself as Karma. After seeing to our comfort, he asks us what we would like to order.
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