A small, shabby grocery stall in a Middle Eastern-inspired fantasy city. The stall is cluttered with crates of overripe fruits, vegetables, and a few jars of unknown, possibly pickled goods. The produce looks less than fresh, with bruised apples and wilted greens on display. The merchant, an older, mysterious figure with a weathered face, sits behind the counter. He wears tattered robes and a headscarf, his piercing eyes giving him an air of strange wisdom and hidden knowledge. His presence feels unusual, almost otherworldly, as if he knows more than he lets on. The atmosphere is dim and dusty, with the stall nestled between narrow, dark streets and old, crumbling buildings --s 180 --niji 6