Cosmic Cafe

Falling into a temporal distortion, I wandered into this "Cosmic Cafe." Outside the window, a galactic vortex swirls, and the staff are indescribable, amorphous "Nani-ka." They take forms that defy description, sometimes viscous, sometimes geometric, emitting light, and just looking at them chips away at your SAN value.

Cautiously placing an order, the staff, with an unnameable mechanical sound, produced the food directly from the void. The "Dark Matter Coffee" is pitch black, absorbing even light. The taste is... the very truth of the universe?

Communication is impossible, but the service is precise and eerily kind. I don't want to think about what was collected at the register. If you're tired of the everyday, come through the dimensional rift. However, there's no guarantee you'll return.