Meditation 1: Midnight Market of Monsters

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕄𝕚𝕕𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕖𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕄𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤

You step forward, and suddenly, the world around you shifts.

The air grows thick, charged with something ancient, something otherworldly. The ground beneath your feet is no longer familiar. The world bends, warps, and reshapes itself—and when it settles, you find yourself standing in a place that should not exist.

The Midnight Market of Monsters.

It is a place of twilight and illusions, where the air hums with whispered transactions and forgotten bargains. A realm that stands between worlds, between dreams, between nightmares.

You did not choose to come here.
You were led here.

Every traveller who steps into the monstrous realms must pass through the Market. It is a landing point, a crossroad, a threshold.

It is whimsical and strange, full of smoke-stained lanterns and shadowy figures, of glittering wares that should not exist, and merchants who speak in riddles and rhymes.

They sell names, secrets, memories, the echoes of dying stars.
They trade in whispers, stolen dreams, and things you lost in another life.
They offer forbidden knowledge in bottles sealed with wax, love potions that taste like regret, and mirrors that do not reflect the truth.

And if you are not careful?

The Market will take more than you intended to give.

For nothing here is as it seems.

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 ℍ𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝔸 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕆𝕦𝕥 𝕃𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥

You steady yourself.
You remember why you came.

You are here to seek counsel.
You are here to stand before Lady Lilith, the Great Goddess of the Night.

This is not a journey for the weak.
This is not a path walked without reverence.

The Priestesses of Lilith await you here—they stand shrouded in crimson, their faces hidden behind veils woven from the silk of nocturnal creatures. They do not bow, they do not ask why you have come.

They already know.

And they are here to prepare you.

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕆𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤

When seeking counsel with a deity—especially a goddess like Lilith—respect is not just expected; it is required.

Offerings are more than just gifts; they are a language, a sacred exchange, a sign of respect.

But not all offerings are equal. What you bring must mean something.
It must come from you, from your connection to her, from the parts of your soul that she has touched.

There are no rules.
Only resonance.
Only what feels right.

And so you will be led deeper into the Midnight Market.

The Priestesses will guide you through the stalls and hidden corners, where the air smells of incense and forgotten promises, where objects glow softly in the darkness, humming with unseen power.

You will find what calls to you—an offering that aligns with your personal connection to her, something that speaks her name in a way only she will hear.

Follow the guided meditation.
Let the Market show you what you must bring.

𝕊𝕥𝕖𝕡 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕.
𝔽𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤.
𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟.

The Midnight Market does not forget its visitors.

And neither does Lady Lilith.

Music Credits 

Echoes of Time by Kevin MacLeod is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 
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Lasting Hope by Kevin MacLeod is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 
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Artist: http://incompetech.com/