At That Café, When You Order, You Get What You Need Most. There Was No Menu.
A mysterious café serves what customers truly need, revealing an unexpected truth about desire and death.
This is an English translation of a story originally written in Korean by the
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Each sentence was submitted separately and chosen by community vote before the next one could be written. Nobody knew how it would end.
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Each sentence was submitted separately and chosen by community vote before the next one could be written. Nobody knew how it would end.
Read the Korean original →
I asked if death was possible.
A question came back: did I truly desire it?
Then I realized: this café itself was already my final wish, granted because I was already dead.
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