Deep within the heart of the burnt offerings, a secret garden of snacks lies hidden. But beware, traveler, for the path is treacherous and the snacks are treacherous too.
As you wander through the burnt offerings, the air thickens with the scent of last night's dinner. The ground beneath your feet is slick with the residue of forgotten hopes and dreams.
And yet, amidst the ruin, a glimmer of light flickers in the distance. A beacon calling you towards the Eternal Pancakes, where the breakfast of champions is served.