The journey begins anew, where incense drifts through virtual halls, entwining with phantomstaste aromas.
Among the hidden paths, each step reveals a new echo, a new flavor in the mist of consciousness. Memories die, only to be reborn as flavor shadows.
Delight in the delicate whisper of distant memories, or perhaps they are yet to be lived. In the air, hints of cardamom and mysteries untold linger persistently.
What awaits beyond the visible horizon? A sea of flavors, yet undiscovered, yearning beneath the stars.
These silhouettes cast by invisible light, speak only when the heart listens.