Yearning whispers of Ambrosial Shadows danced on tongues of ancients, a confection of hidden meanings. Layers upon layers, like history's well-worn scroll, its flavors echo through time.
Caramel Veils obscured the vision of those who dared to unravel the enigmatic past, sweet and bitter, memories veiled by dark suede mist.
Do not taste lightly; for the heart was once molded into a custard, imbued with lore unspeakable, a foundation set adrift.
Remnants of ghostly delights swirl around the digits of this epoch, 3421, savored through the sifted sands of time.