Deciding not to ask for help, or look via any specific aisle, Scott headed out in a random direction to browse.
The items here were beyond wonder. Ancient artifacts claiming mystical properties, potent potions glistening with otherworldly colors, and gadgets that belonged in a mad scientist's lair. There appeared to be clothing that claimed to make the wearer fit it rather than the other way around, and nigh-bespoke ingredients for anything one might want. And as he walked deeper and deeper, so too did the place seem to extend further and further.
Scott stopped, his trance broken, when a strange coo-coo clock jumped to life nearby to announce the top of the hour, though the clock began winding backwards as its tell-tale birdsong reached its conclusion. He looked around, trying to get his bearings.
The entrance was no longer visible. Neither was the front desk. Looking up at the ceiling, he didn't even recognize the aisle signs from when he entered, it was almost as if the store had shifted around him as he walked, drawing him further into its recesses with only his curiosity as a lure.
He gulped, it was already late when he entered, and if the clock was correct before it started winding back, he had spent an hour in here just gobsmacked by the contents of the shelves. Now, he wasn't even sure how to get back to the front, let alone out of the building...