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This humble stall belongs to Old Mae, the only merchant who can sell memories disguised as fruits. Each orange holds a summer sunset, every apple contains a child's first laugh, and the mysterious glowing pears store moonlight for dark times. She appears only at twilight, when the boundary between ordinary and extraordinary blurs. Regular customers know that the real price isn't paid in coins but in stories - the more heartfelt the tale you share, the sweeter the fruit's memory becomes. Children swear that eating her berries lets them dream in color, while elders say her special "golden hour gourds" can help them relive their favorite moments. The lanterns, they say, are filled with fireflies that once carried messages between stars.
A weathered wooden market stall with a rough-hewn roof, displaying an array of vibrant fruits and vegetables in wooden barrels and on tiered shelves. Glowing lanterns cast a warm light over the colorful produce, while the aged wood structure tells tales of countless market days. The rustic charm is enhanced by the organic arrangement of goods and the natural patina of well-used wood.