She woke on the floor of the failing market, face pressed against cold linoleum, a jar of cumin digging into her hip. The door was gone. But in her pocket, she found a single violet blade of grass.
Velle appeared again, lounging against a tree whose fruit wept amber tears. "You see," he said. "Lustland gives exactly what you ask for. Not what you need. What you ask for." the lustland adventure
"That's the one," she said.