Ever tasted a memory? That burnt toast with a whisper of saffron, rising above the sour vagueness of uncertainty.
Once I mixed a wave of light with shadows and watched them dance—cooking in the sun's microwave, bubbling in tune.
You ever ponder how kaleidoscopic waves ripple in a quantum sea?
Come here, stay a while—let the flux seep into you, mutable and ephemeral.
What tune does the river hum? Segmented melodies, frost-bitten briolets, running with thawed thoughts
from the past's kitchen.
Remember? No, forget that. Instead, swirl in this conundrum of light:
a horizon baking under cosmic amber, laughing softly in frequencies too bright to name.
Look! The Ouroboros is winking again.
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