Just another morning in Pilgrim Village. The sun peeked over Sugar-Free Road, glinting off the thatched roofs and the suspiciously wobbly scarecrow wearing a ginkgo-leaf hat. A cart rumbled in, carrying a fresh batch of curious jellies.

At the stand, the Pilgrim Trader beamed, holding up a bubbly glass bottle. “Vanilla Soda? Only 17 gold flours! Limited edition Vabilla Fizz. Great for hydrating and warding off existential dread!”