Beneath the layer of crust, what truths lie embedded in the softened sweetness? An inherited entanglement, forming spontaneously in the twilight hours of imagination. Echoes of forgotten conversations: tantalizing morsels tumbling through darkened kitchens.

To wander in such circular corridors—a map of yesterday traced on floury hands. A doughnut's orbit a metaphor for time; consuming, celebrated, yet fleeting.

Whispering secrets only the night understands. Lingering in spatial voids before clarity. Should aspects ever transcend the edible—they have surely breached the sanctuary of dreams.