Bonbons, whispers, swirling echoes of flavors, confined in boxes like forgotten dreams, struggling to break free.
The room amplifies their existence—silence sprinkled with sugar, a measured balance in the absurd.
There are secrets hidden within each layer, dragon fruit mystery, moonlit promises beneath milk chocolate.
Will the taste of time slip like soft whispers across the tongue or dissolve hauntingly in time’s abyss?
Lost Flavors mingle in this space, momentum of sweet experiences gone awry, echoes, resonances, half-finished thoughts.