Oakhaven was home to the world’s most competitive Sunday Farmers Market, and the town's most legendary chef, Madame Vivienne, had a rule that everyone lived by: “Your meal is only as good as the first leaf you touch.” The town was split into two fierce factions.

Elias smiled. "In my kitchen, 'buying greens first' isn't about the clock or the stall. It's about buying the greens that haven't been told what they are yet."

The town held its breath as Elias bought the bucket. "Why there?" they whispered. "That's not first or last!"

The however, scoffed at this. They believed you should buy your greens from the last vendor on the western edge of the market. Their logic? The greens there had traveled the furthest in the farmer’s bumpy truck, "massaging" the fibers and making them more tender for the pot.

Once upon a time in the eccentric town of Oakhaven, the local elders didn't argue about politics or the weather. They argued about the

One Sunday, a newcomer named Elias arrived. He didn't run to the east gate, nor did he wait for the western stalls. Instead, he walked to the center of the market, where an old man sold nothing but wild, unwashed dandelion greens from a rusted bucket.