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THE MEIRHÄRT | Martyr Pietist Harbour
Ⓒ M.G: SAINT GABLE──BORSCHT ATTAR

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31 - 01 - 2026
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The night was still young when Morthen's Anton, Bellinors's Jingxiang, Letheris's Minju, and Wendissel's Rei gathered on the outskirts of the city. It was Bellinors's Jingxiang who had been craving something sweet all day and insisted on visiting the suburban night market, a place famous for its hidden culinary gems. Letheris's Minju & Wendissel's Rei laughed, nodding in agreement. "I heard there are some cute accessory booths there too," Wendissel's Rei said, already pulling Letheris's Minju toward the entrance. Morthen's Anton just simply wanting to soak in the cool, refreshing night air.

After a while, Letheris's Minju & Wendissel's Rei returned, finding Morthen's Anton & Bellinors's Jingxiang exactly where they had left them. Bellinors's Jingxiang indecisiveness had taken over; unable to choose between grilled mochi or traditional sweet pancakes. The clock won, Morthen's Anton sighed and grabbed Bellinors's Jingxiang arm, literally dragging him away from the dessert row.

Morthen's Anton led them to a new coffee shop he had discovered on Instagram, which was currently having its soft opening. As they arrived, they realized the place was a hidden gem. They settled in, but the peaceful atmosphere didn't last long once the Uno cards came out. "Reverse! Skip! And... Bellinors's Jingxiang, pick up four," Letheris's Minju said with a mischievous grin, slamming the card down. "No! You guys are teaming up against me! This is betrayal!" Bellinors's Jingxiang shouted, though he was laughing as he added the cards to his hand. They lost themselves in the game, the competitive shouting muffled by the distant hum of the city.

Time seemed to dissolve. When the laughter finally died down into comfortable silence, they realized the streets below had gone completely still. It was 3:00 AM as Morthen's Anton drove them home through the deserted, lamp-lit streets, he felt a deep sense of satisfaction. The coffee was good, the rooftop was beautiful, but it was the chaotic energy of his friends that made the night perfect. Watching them wave goodbye, Morthen's Anton was already thinking of where they should go next.