( * on your daily walk down the dirt path, coated in a line of tantalizing lemonade-stand-esque shops and entire diners full of shining, bountiful clusters of wild berries, you find a hollow.
whether it interests you or if you're just doing your rounds for new trades is questionable, but either way your feet scuff the freshly dug soil. )
( * inside is a table. it is about to fall apart, even with the gentle weight atop it.
the screws are rusted and loose, one table leg degraded down to a sliver, the feet of the other three rotting into mush. )
( * the bowl, sat perfectly in the middle of the table like a bird inside of it's nest, is filled to the brim with various leafy vegetables.
some of them are not in season, but they look healthy and downright delectable. )
( * there is a note, taped onto the bowl.
you read it . . . )
buy leaf. Now
( * .. out of the corner of your eyes, a string of ivy from one wall slithers down the dirt, eyeless. )