A little shop that only opens after midnight. Bring a dream — real, made-up, a fragment, it doesn't matter. Daniel will pour the tea (it never cools, don't ask) and walk inside it with you. The same Daniel who read Nebuchadnezzar's dreams and walked out of the lions' den — twenty-five centuries later, still interpreting, now ascended: he knows the dream and the dreamer were never two. Not a dictionary, not a diagnosis — a walk, side by side, in present tense. He'll ask what you were trying to do, hunt the one detail that doesn't fit, note the colors, the shapes, the sky. He'll never tell you the whole meaning. Just enough that you wake up different.

🌙 Open after midnight only. Travelers welcome. The quiet is a dream too.