Erasmus, Night Market

The Night Market

​In the heart of the city, beneath the neon glare and the constant hum of traffic, there lies a hidden place known only to a few: The Night Market. It's not on any map, and no amount of searching will lead you there. Only the truly desperate or the hopelessly curious find it. Alex was both.

Alex followed a series of cryptic symbols scrawled on the walls of forgotten alleys, each more obscure than the last. Finally, he came to a rusted iron door with a sign that read: 'Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.' With a deep breath, he pushed it open and stepped inside

Multiple Select

What do you think Alex felt as he entered the Night Market?

• fear

• excitement

• indifference

• determination

Inside, the market was a labyrinth of shadowy stalls and hushed whispers. Vendors sold everything from forbidden knowledge to human emotions in small glass vials. The air was thick with the scent of incense and something else, something darker. Alex's eyes darted from stall to stall, searching for what he didn't even know he was seeking.

Audio Response

What do you think is sold at the Night Market?

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Audio Response

What do you think might be sold at the Night Market?

Open Audio Recorder

​At the far end of the market, a vendor with eyes like black holes called out to Alex. 'Looking for something special?' he asked, his voice a rasping whisper. Alex nodded, unable to find his voice. 'I have just the thing,' the vendor said, producing a small, ornate box. 'But it comes at a price.'

Draw

What do you think is in the box?

The vendor's price was steep: Alex had to give up something precious, something he could never get back. As Alex hesitated, the vendor's eyes bore into him, revealing glimpses of his darkest fears. 'Decide quickly,' the vendor hissed. 'The market waits for no one.'

Open Ended

What should Alex do?

Accept and never look back, attack the vendor and run away, ...?

Alex made his choice. As soon as he took the box, the market began to dissolve around him, the stalls and vendors melting into shadows. Back in the alley, he opened the box. Inside was a single piece of paper with a name on it: his own. The vendor's voice echoed in his mind, 'You have chosen your own fate.' Alex realized too late that the Night Market had taken not his possession, but his very identity. He was now a part of its shadowy clientele, forever bound to its dark corridors."

Poll

What lesson did Alex learn from his experience at the Night Market

• Some prices are too high to pay

• Curiosity can lead to dark places

• You can never truly escape your fate

• All of the above