Do you hear it?
The whispers growing louder as night falls.
In the places where light dares not reach, deals are made in silence, and secrets flow through the darkness.
This is Nocturnals Market—a realm unbound by time, where only the worthy may trade.
Who am I?
You may call me Nocturnal—the recorder of shadows, the witness of contracts.
I do not ask where you come from, nor do I care why you are here.
As long as the price is right, anything you seek—memories, relics, even fate itself—may be found within these walls.
But remember, our market has its rules:
🔹 A trade is a contract — Once sealed, there is no turning back.
🔹 The price must be fair — We do not trade at a loss. The market decides the cost.
🔹 Trust is worth more than gold — Deceivers will be marked in the forbidden ledger, never to be welcomed again
.🔹 Fate is your own to bear — What comes of your trade is yours alone to endure. The market holds no responsibility.
So now, stranger… what have you brought to offer?