In the orbit of taste, a dish unfurls. Beyond the star-dusted granules, a banquet awaits.
Pulsing flavors, nebulous in form, they sing the celestial song of intertwined destinies.
The plate glows with stardust, Saturn's rings crumbling into the soup.
Do you taste the void, or is it the perfect garnish, a sprinkle of nothingness?
Nebula Snack