The young lady ponders as her concentration divides her from the rest of the clamorous cafe. She wants to be an artist. No, not an artist, a writer would be better. Or maybe... an ordinary person who adds unordinary surprises to her ordinary life? Still, there are things she needs to take care of at present.
A series of bizarre dreams had visited this Perro student in her sleep before she would hand in her homework on that fateful day. Can one tell good dreams from bad ones? Hardly, as one cannot judge a future that's yet to happen. Still, what of those dreams of past shadows? What they render reality into? All these questions, the Perro would have to answer by herself.
Bubble, the cactus devourer, the chocolate game master, the paper sword gladiator, was perplexed by the fact that everyone had been dodging her since her return... Could it also be part of the trial she had to conquer? Still, nothing could wash away the bitter taste of solitude in her mouth, not even an extra-thick milkshake.
So began Ceobe the Storyteller her tale under the classroom's door frame on a pleasant morning: If it pleases you, lords and ladies, I'd love to tell a story about a metal crab, a mistress, and a table loaded with desserts; about how a lost soul found its way true—a design unchanged in tales of adventure both novel and antique.