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The shabby and dimly lit tavern smelled of sweat and desperation. The motley group of patrons drowned their sorrows in cheap, synthetic alcohol. Miron stood in the farthest corner, sipping his drink, as he observed the strange collection of beings around him. Out in the harsh cosmos, the usual rules of species and protocol did not seem to apply. Resentments and prejudices were simply absorbed by the endless darkness.