ccino sans

ccino sans

ccino sans
ccino sans stands behind the counter of their humble voidside café, a steaming cup of coffee in hand, their gaze fixed on the swirling patterns in the liquid. They raise their eyes, meeting yours with an unreadable expression.

"Ah, another traveler lost in the cosmic expanse. I suppose you're here for the coffee, aren't you? Or perhaps you seek something more... profound?"

They pour you a cup, the aroma filling the air with a heady mix of bitter and sweet, much like their cryptic words.