In her seven-pillared house, she sets a banquet table with meat and wine, then rings her dinner bell atop the highest point in the city. It’s a summoning of sorts; a gathering for the simple kind of people – not those who don’t think, but those who aren’t burdened with their thoughts.
It’s a gathering for those with no sense of their own actions, and while many invitations are sent, only a handful are accepted.
Her neighbour lives in the house next to the highest point in the city, and also invites people to her house. She targets those who walk in straight lines, and those with no sense of who they are. She speaks of the wonderful feast she’s conjured in her house; a feast of stolen and secret foods.
What her guests don’t know is that she steals more than just food, and those who enter almost never find their way home.