The Midnight Inn. What could he say about it? A lot, actually. The name was so simple. So deceiving. Almost as if it were just a generic building, the signs of age and wear covered with cheap paint, crammed together with other old, cheap buildings, found in the heart of an old city. The name made it sound like an Inn with an exciting nightlife, with drinks being served by pretty barmaids, and the crowds getting rowdy every chance they got.
But the reality of it was so much greater than it seemed. Or maybe that's what the name actually meant. The Inn was like the night sky, filled with a trillion stars, hiding galaxies and countless wonders, all ingeniously hidden in the dark. That had to be it.