The House of Drunken Dreams

A tavern connected to a multiverse, welcoming guests from different worlds. Here, they can all tell their stories. “Now,” he said, “let’s begin the first story.” The wind chime rang again, but this time, no one came in. Only a cold wind swept through the tavern, carrying the faint sound of a song from far away. It was the whisper of fate, the sigh of time and space, a symphony woven from countless parallel universes. And in this tavern of drunken dreams, the story had only just begun...