Crack

Five more minutes, Noodlekin...

Dreams of forests and mountains, deserts and ocean's depths were slowly fading out of grasp even as the little hybrid's mind tried desperately to hold on. His beak, his actual real beak he had in real life, scraped against the hard inner surface of a topaz shell. His paws grasped at his precious... wait where was his snow globe?

Bremen's eyes shot open in the pitch darkness and wings tried to extend to their full length, pressing against the unseen cage that contained him. Where had his present gone?

Another series of cracks, much louder and more ferocious than before, ending in a shatter as within this hidden space a bizarre hybrid once more made his way into the world.

The creature rolled out of his shell along the sloped ground as his eyes adjusted to the weak bauble light within his home. Even as he rolled, he took inventory of everything he could see that had been stashed away. Bones, shield, singing crystal...

"Snow globe!" his delighted voice echoed out from his hidden sanctuary, through the secret side-tunnel, into tunnel N, and even barely reaching the deserted grounds at the edge of Polaris where his shop had been. The little hybrid rolled over and grabbed the encased snowy mountain scene that had doubtlessly rolled out of his paws as he'd fallen asleep. All safe and sound. No cracks, no damage, and now that he had it in his possession again the mystical imaginary landscape within animated with a winter's blizzard.

Still, as long as this was safe and his leftover inventory was untouched that meant that no one had discovered the secret series of tunnels leading here yet. That meant he still had a great storehouse for storing all sorts of new treasures until the bazaar was ready to wake up again too!

Bremen hugged the snow globe and set it down on top of the ornate shield, which he had in turn propped up with the femurs to form a kind of table. All the bananas he'd created to act as a breakfast had already gone bad with as long as he'd been asleep but that was okay. He'd just go out, go fishing, and start looking for more stuff for his future stock.

One twisty, turny, winding tunnel and a twirling drop from the ceiling of tunnel N later Bremen found himself a few hundred yards away from Polaris where he'd set up shop almost twelve cycles before. What he saw when he made his way to Polaris proper though nearly blew his mind and looked out over what had once been the obstacle course.

"The glowy stones, they grew back!"