<div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/61/Ourgoal2.png)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Click here for general premise and description of the shop.</div><div class="spoiler_body">At first you didn't even notice the small shop. Your route home after school is always the same, after all, so why would you expect anything different? This is your home, and nothing ever changes. It isn't as though the building is extraordinary in size or shape. The one story structure is quaint at best and boring in color, sticking to the traditional white-siding-and-dark-brown-roof cliché. The door is black, an odd color to choose for such a scheme. For whatever reason, one day the building seems a little brighter, a bit more clean. It catches your eye - be it because of your familiarity with your own route home, the fact that no structures like it (drab colors or not) just <em>don't exist in your area</em>, or simply a vibe you can feel emanating from the building itself.<br/><br/>Once you've noticed it, you do every day. It seems to stand out more and more as the days go by. How could this building have come into being so close to you and go unnoticed? There on the left side of the road, at the corner, it sits. Soon enough, your journeys home help you spot other things. Suddenly there are plants growing on the edge of the property. The grass seems more green the next time you pass. Near the front door, small groups of flowers are flourishing in the soil. Seven colors are present, representing each major spectrum of the rainbow. They're quaint, like the establishment itself. <br/><br/>Despite your inclination for or against vibrant hues, you find the small accents somewhat charming.<br/><br/><em>Is this a flower shop?</em> you wonder, but a cursory glance around the premises yields nothing. No sign, no indication of what purpose this structure is supposed to serve. Maybe someone lives here. You stand there for a few moments, wondering if you can spot someone traveling to and fro, but after a few moments of silence you move on.<br/><br/>In the days following your discovery of the flowers, another peculiar development shows itself: people passing in and out of it. All of them chittering, giggling. Sometimes those exiting part and go separate ways. Regardless of who is coming or going, no person seems jarred by the sudden appearance of the building. It baffles you. You ransack your brain for memories of others doing construction, of adding such a strange thing to your scenery - but you would have noticed if there had been construction. It's loud and noisy, or at least involves a gathering of people. This road has always been quiet, peaceful. You struggle to remember what had been here, before this building's sudden appearance, but you cannot.<br/><br/>When your curiosity overcomes you, your feet have no trouble carrying you to the door. With so many others moving to and fro, after all, it can't be a residence.<br/><br/>To your surprise, the interior isn't simply splashing with color. Blinking, taking a breath, you're unsure of why you had been expecting it to be. The walls match the siding outside, an off-white color that pairs warmly with the dark, robust mohagany floorboards. Booths and tables are scattered around the small room. Always a cornered booth at a right angle. Moderately sized circular tables stand in front of them, and across from the booths are two chairs. An interesting unit for seating four, to say the least. Each booth and each set of chairs are framed in black wood, upholstered with a print in a different color.<br/><br/>"Irashaimase!" <br/><br/>The greeting is soft, but it echoes off of the walls and the sound rings in your ears. <br/><br/>"<strong>Welcome to the Vibrant Gate!</strong>"</div></div></div>