The Broken Mirror

This little café is right across from the Junction, designed to look like one of its portals. Small, round parasol tables sit in front of its mirrored wall. Its location allows it to source food for a menu from every Homeland at once.

The walls and ceiling within the café are mirrors cut into harsh-angled facets that reflect patrons on the café’s split levels. Against one wall, a dog woman adorned with platinum chats with a desert fox. A mole sits alone at another table, hunched over to inspect the smooth, gray cube on his plate. It wobbles when he pokes it.

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