Once upon a time, in a bustling parlor, a weary traveler sought refuge. Having bypasses the grand bedchambers where most kept such treasures, the traveler deposited a newly acquired artifact directly upon the Great Sofa. The artifact hailed from the legendary Company Store, a distant guild renowned for its heavy, honest craft. At first touch, it possessed a rare and magical duality: it was dense and unyielding, holding the traveler aloft with noble fortitude, yet its surface remained as soft as a passing cloud. But no enchantment is without its flaw. The artifact was colossal, and with great size came a fickle nature. Whenever the traveler sat upon it, the pristine shape would warp and distort, losing its regal posture under ordinary human weight. Worse still, a subtle curse bound the object. It could only be clothed in silk and linen woven by the very Guild that created it. The Guild's selection was fair, but the options were strictly numbered, forcing the traveler into a lifelong allegiance of limited variety. Scholars in the kingdom often debated how the artifact performed when cast upon a proper bed—the very purpose for which most maidens and lords acquired it—but on this, the traveler remained silent, having never tested its magic there. In the end, the traveler looked down at the great, misshapen luxury and smiled. The coin spent was not regretted, for it brought genuine comfort to the parlor. Yet, as the traveler closed the ledger, a final vow was whispered: one such artifact was a blessing, but a second would never cross the threshold. Read Less