It doesn’t especially matter where you live, because the caravan comes regardless. No matter how out of place it looks among the surroundings, there is no doubt in your mind that it is there. It is a wheeled shelter painted black and decorated with ornate swirls; there is no visible sign of tire tracks, nor the prints of an animal or human, to indicate how it got there. One night you went to bed, and that location was empty; now you have awoken, and the caravan sits in the middle of your cornfield. Or on top of an abandoned office building. Or inside a shrine. The faint smell of incense drifts out the window. Sometimes the rich fabric curtains are blown aside in the proper wind, and you can get a glimpse of the inside; it seems to be full of more highly decorated items, including a sofa, table, stove and mattress. It’s clear that someone lives here.

But who?

 You walk around the front of the door. A hand-painted sign announces the caravan’s “opening times” in whatever unit of temporal measurement your world employs. “Prices are variable.” However, this sign neglects to mention what exactly the caravan is open for. Perhaps it can be entered now, or perhaps you must come back in a few hours. One way another, it’s very strange, and you get the distinct feeling that it might not be here for much longer.

 Maybe you ought to knock.

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