Welcome to Bigsees.

Tonight you'll be transported somewhere entirely new,

a place where the sun is warm,

the air thick with spices,

and voices murmur in languages you don't recognise,

yet it feels safe and slow and curious.

You find yourself walking through a marketplace, in a faraway land.

But how you got there doesn't matter.

What matters is a soft breeze, the clink of coins, and the stalls stretched out like

pages of a beautiful living book. There's nowhere to be, nothing to do, just wander,

just listen, just breathe. Before we get into the story, this is just a little

sleepy interruption. You open your eyes slowly and before you a sunlit street unfolds. Crowded

with people and colour, the sound of chatter, laughter, and the occasional soft bark

of a dog weaving between feet.

You're standing at the entrance to a vast open-air market.

The kind you've only ever seen in travel magazines or daydreams, and somehow, here you are.

The air is balmy, rich, with the scent of roasted spices and something sweet like honey and

orange blossom. Overhead, thin fabric shades are stretched between stalls,

fluttering slightly in the breeze,

casting soft dapples of light onto the cobbled path beneath your feet.

The stone beneath your sandals is warm.

You glance down and see tiny details.

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