Dark Fantasy.

A sinister marketplace where masks carved from living trees and the remnants of lost faces are sold. Merchants, driven mad by their devotion, whisper secrets and passwords, but demand a steep price for their knowledge.

The bazaar is a chaotic blend of vibrant colors and dark shadows, with stalls made from twisted branches and flickering lanterns casting eerie glows. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and the faint sound of whispers from the cultist merchants.