Stepping into the woman's shop, you stomp your boots and shiver to shake off the all-encompassing cold of the void. Once the door shuts behind you, you look around. The woman stands behind the counter now, offering a wry smile and an enigmatic stare, almost as if she's looking straight through you.

After breaking eye contact with her, your gaze is drawn directly to the blazing fireplace and the single faded armchair basking in its warmth. The lit hearth calls to you, and you answer, feeling the tight grasp of the void loosen reluctantly as you crouch by the fire.

After the feeling has begun to creep back into your extremities, you stand, and give the room a proper look-over. It doesn't take long: the walls are covered from floor to ceiling in shelves of dusty old books. You look to the shopkeeper, a question forming on your tongue. 'Why is there a bookstore on an obscure moon so deep into the void?'

Before you can speak, she gestures first to the walls of books and then to a single door to the right. "I can see you have questions, but they cannot be answered to your satisfaction, so don't bother asking and I won't bother explaining. Instead, take a look around. Perhaps you'll find something you didn't know you were looking for."