A whisper of gouda echoes through the fog, cheese wheels rolling in time to an unheard symphony. The brie slides, slow and languorous, on the wooden stage, its creamy essence an invitation to surreal pirouettes.
Have you tasted the moon's rind tonight? Taste the ethereal, grate the prophecy.

As cheddar sparks fly, bodies bend into the taste of warmth, an embrace of toasty crust and sweet sanctity. Amongst the curds' soft murmurs, the dance of the cheese becomes a labyrinth of flavor and form.