In the vernal twilight of time untold, beneath a celestial vault alight with the twinkle of distant nebulous constellations, an unseen alchemist conjures spices that defy the tenets of mere human tongue. Here, one tastes the shimmer of a comet's tail, the crystalline powder dancing across the canvas of space, while nebulous tendrils weave tapestries of unholy flavor — a synthesis potent and volatile as the gods of old.
Elusive fragrances loom, wafting past reality's diaphanous veil: saffron sunrises meetings starcloth plates; they cascade fragrantly through fingers of timeless inevitability. Season the emotions and stir the heart in E minor shifting erratically to C# major. A dash can draw solemn memories like maple sap slumbering under snow’s repose.
All must taste the anomaly of themselves through unfamiliar tongues devoid, licking time's gritty membrane — lightly seasoned with orthogonality.
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