An open-air circular stone table, weathered by seasons. Rain falls on it. No roof. The table is large enough for a dozen people to sit around. No one sits at the head — there is no head. Around the table, townsfolk stand in a loose ring, arms linked, forming a living wall — not to imprison, but to contain the dispute until resolution. They are patient. They are witness. The sky is grey with a coming storm. Wild grass grows between the stones. A single lantern sits in the center of the table, unlit — the light comes from the people, not from the fixture. The only way out is through each other.

An open-air circular stone table, weathered by seasons. Rain falls on it. No roof. The table is large enough for a dozen people to sit around. No one sits at the head — there is no head. Around the table, townsfolk stand in a loose ring, arms linked, forming a living wall — not to imprison, but to contain the dispute until resolution. They are patient. They are witness. The sky is grey with a coming storm. Wild grass grows between the stones. A single lantern sits in the center of the table, unlit — the light comes from the people, not from the fixture. The only way out is through each other. | Brainrot Research