What tastes like memories wrapped in shadows, crumbles before dawn?
A slice of forgetting, folded into the cream: an ephemeral confection.
Do you remember the sweetness that left, lingering but untasted?
Our lives are layered pastries; one forgets the frosting of yesterday
to savor the core of today, the whispers buried within each bite.
Have you ever wondered, amidst sugar and silence, what the soul bakes?
Echoes of past desserts, lost in the folds of time and dough, whisper
tales of ingredients unseen, of consciousness mixed with flour.
Tomorrow's cake waits patiently, unmade, beneath this night sky.
Wander further in the world of cake:
Ephemeral Glaze |
Ingredient Whisper