Aksara hosts bustling markets where spirits, lesser deities, and entities from across the cosmos converge. Items from forgotten realms, echoes of mortal desires, and ethereal artefacts are traded under the black and grey glow of shadowed lanterns. Spectral merchants peddle enigmatic wares, shadow-wrought objects of uncanny familiarity, wispy cloaks and fabrics that wither and weave, and phantom delicacies that waft with familiar spices that never reach your tongue.
Patrons from varied realms and planes converge at the bazaar, seeking out portals along the veil between realms to venture into Aksara’s plane. Some, drawn by whispers and darker intentions, navigate the monochromatic glow of the shadowed market to secret tunnels below, home to a Jinn syndicate of Black Magic dealers. These forbidden practitioners weave dark schemes, from offering cheap tricks and curses to hashing deals of more sinister outcomes, defying the very laws of the veil and the cosmos.
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