Weekly Warm-Up | Glow Creativity

A lot of my creativity comes from my dreams, like this one I had about a bazaar where you buy and sell dreams (very meta, I know)
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I dream of a bazaar where glowing orbs suck dreams from people's souls so they can be traded or sold like carrots in an open market.

The dream peddlers go about with their carts, enticing wanderers with the dancing patterns inside the orbs. Sometimes, one breaks and a dream escapes, floating into the ether. The peddlers are not happy—good dreams are hard to come by.

And even harder to preserve. Dreams are known to die, after all, and sometimes orbs turn gray with age or disenchantment.

Tonight the bazaar is especially chaotic. Too many floaters for any one spirit slave to track. Amidst the chaos of the bazaar is a girl. She stands paralyzed, mesmerized, by the glitter and the glow of the dancing lights. What will she trade her dream for?