The moon whispers low, its edge cloaked in umbral saffron. Gather elements, oh seeker, of the earthly blend that treads dizzy orbits.
Flour Descending (Thrice): Measure 13 lunar tides.
Celestial Soy: A single whisper from the stars.
Among them, a silken thread of cosmos ensues, woven like intangible whispers through the sieve of time. The crust of planets, the skin of flavors.
The cosmic egg-stone (4 liger leaps) checks the balance of vanilla moons.
Infinity sesame seeds: Beyond horizons, seek the 7 riddles of taste.
Merge these notes with the forgotten codes of ancients; for every bite you take, another star falls into alignment. The grocery list, an astral map to a banquet unseen.
The whispered jasmine guides to the velvet paste beneath.
Conjure the amber mist: a topaz curl dances in the ether.
Thus concludes the chapter of interstellar flavors; may your palate navigate the galaxies with wisdom.