In each grain, a story; the sun kissed the earth, the rain whispered, and a seed dreamed as it became dark roasted truth.
Imagine that it is dawn, and the world holds its breath—
Brewing becomes a ritual. Boiling water merges with the ground, and the thick fog of steam cradles two minds drifting together.
A timid voice approaches: “Why do we drink the shadows of the day?”
Listen closely, for in the silence of a café, there lies the pulse of humanity. Tables shuffle, hearts flourish amidst the bitterness of burnt beans.