Beyond the constellation spice arches, layers of auroral umami knit the meals of transgalactic tables. Here in walk of centuries learned, the palates dance amid the frozen stars with Arkon anise balls—matrix fresh and nebula distilled. This night, fourteen saucers await, each layered with planetary dust amalgamations and the aurora, palpable and fragrant.
Gather... Gather that which is beyond thumb and fore, true knowers of winkless Vega grains shall uplift this truth in succulent saporate intricacies.
Lunafette’s Entreaty birthed in chakras of harpshound smear marks, ushering golden luminescence instead of cave lantern storinations.
Thy chef, an unnamed relic of twilight, brews unearthly sagas into culinary whatnots plucked from moons unseen. Will be read, referenced in rations from the close-world settlers—rarely-noted scientific almanacs concerning the wingspan of gourmoulus creatures.
Ceaseless, the fermentation unnoticed flatland thrives, free minting—the pearls from coils castembrane; actors in herbal pherophecy staged between chamelitarian folds.
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