Seven Cats Tavern

Only much later, when you walk down that corridor hung with tassels, will you understand how moving those twists and turns of the past seem in retrospect. You can't forget them, yet you don't dare think of them again. So you can only keep moving forward, afraid that if you turn around, you'll burst into tears and become a river.

--Welcome to the Seven Cats Tavern

Here, I'll have sweet wine brewed from olives ready and wait for each storyteller to share their tale. My job is to retell them.