A wink, a lapse, a coruscation of night... Beyond, or perhaps, between, the curtains of night is a roving procession containing a miscellany of treasures. The Lunar Menagerie is a trove of bibelots; an anamnesis of time itself. Ever-welcoming of its patrons, who come and go with the seasons, the argent cavalcade streaks through the eve in pursuit of new creations and destinations. Crafters join in on its lunar revelry, imparting the magic through which countless treasures unfurl with life and vivacity.

The path this entity travels is one of transience: liminal spaces in the seams of realms connected by moonbeams and wishing stars. Eternally by its side are the easeless Wax and the enigmatic Wane, faerie attendants who upkeep its ever-shifting premises with sharp eyes and steady hands, inviting change and preserving recollection within the Menagerie. Occasionally, it will find something of interest and descend for but a few ephemeral nights, nestling itself where the boundaries between worlds lays thin.

The Menagerie exists in flux across sea, sand, and space; changing appearance and function to find a home in the world's vast contexts. Sometimes it takes one the form of a post office and its workers, other times a speakeasy and its mixologists, and so on. Just, never a cruise ship again. That license has been... revoked.

Many a curious cartographer has tried plotting its journey, a considerable undertaking that inevitably ends with all manners of mark-making cast aside in vain as it slips between realities. Still, their weary minds may one day encounter the doors to the Menagerie.