Distant in time and space from feuding packs and hallowed vows, there is a restaurant.
Here, people of every shape, size, and phase of matter mingle leisurely, sometimes pleasurably. There are booths full of countless organisms, expressing their emotions in whatever unique way their species does.
Over there is a bar, which seats more than an observer might expect. The rooms bustle with noise, but there are silent corners for those who seek them out. There are stairs leading up and down, though it's hard to guess where they lead. There is a window, which gives prime viewing of the universe's greatest show.
And there is a door.