It was like stepping into the busiest market I'd ever seen—if the market had been designed by beings who couldn't agree on geometry.
The streets curved in impossible spirals, bridges floated in midair, and glowing pathways crisscrossed above my head like veins in the dark sky.
Stalls lined the walkways, and vendors hawked wares in voices that sounded more like shrieks, growls, or telepathic whispers than words.
I even caught a whiff of something like roasted meat—but the meat had too many legs to be chicken.
Despite the chaos, it was . . . organized.
Everyone seemed to know their place. No fights, no riots. Just a thousand strange species brushing shoulders like it was the most natural thing in the world.
I took it all in and let out a low whistle. "So this is the Void, huh? Looks more like a galactic convention center."
