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【Record: An Unnamed Tavern】

This place isn't marked anywhere.

I stumbled upon it at night.

I was just walking along a path when I saw a dim yellow light in the distance, assuming it was an ordinary house.

Upon closer inspection, I realized it was a very small tavern.

There was no sign at the entrance.

The window was half-open, letting in warm light and intermittent voices.

As I pushed open the door, the bell rang once.

——

【Record: Observations Inside】

The space was smaller than I expected.

The bar took up most of the space, with a few tables scattered around the remaining area.

There weren't many customers.

And no one was making a fuss.

Some people chatted in hushed tones, while others simply sipped their drinks quietly.

The atmosphere wasn't lively, but it wasn't deserted either.

It was the kind of place where—once you sat down, you were tacitly allowed to stay.

—
【Record: Drinks】

The drinks here are peculiar.

The menu is filled with incomprehensible names, and the recipes aren't listed.

I randomly ordered a drink, but the taste was surprisingly complex.

It wasn't simply "delicious."

It was more like…a feeling that was hard to describe.

Some were invigorating,

while others made you unconsciously quiet down.

I tried asking about the origins of these drinks.

The answer I received was:

"Just some ordinary recipes."

—
【Record: Owner】

The owner always stood behind the bar.

His age was hard to discern.

His tone was casual, but it always gave the impression that he knew more than he showed.

When I mentioned some rumors, he paused for a moment.

Then he smiled and changed the subject.

“These names don’t sound like things you’d find around here.”

“Have you traveled a lot?”

“Sort of.”

“And these drinks?”

“I learned them on the road.”

He said it casually.

But I wasn’t sure if that was the truth.

—
【Note: Detail】

There were some decorations hanging on the wall.

Some were ordinary barware,

and some didn’t look like things you’d find here.

I tried to look at one of them a few more times.

The owner noticed.

“Don’t worry about them.”

He said.

“They’re just old stuff.”

—
【Note: Leaving】

I didn’t stay long.

When I left, the owner didn’t try to stop me.

He just nodded, as he did with everyone who left.

The moment the door closed, the light was shut out behind me.

When I looked back—

The light seemed dimmer than before.

I didn't go back in to check.

—
【Postscript】

Later, I tried to find this place again.

But I couldn't find it.