One by one, the stars fell silent — each a promise unfulfilled, a wish that never bloomed. Beneath their mournful gaze, the table was set, pinning hopes to vibrant cloths and polished silver. But it wasn't the shimmer that captured attention; it was the hunger clawing within, succulent truths disguised as feasts that echoed the abyss.
| Dish | Truth |
|---|---|
| Celestial Soup | The warmth will not bind your soul when stars unravel their threads. |
| Soul-Stuffed Turkey | The stuffing whispers secrets, too bitter for the silence of dusk. |
| Infinite Bread | Endless slices, yet still you ache for more than crumbs upon these tables. |
In the feast beneath the forgotten stars, we sat in quiet desperation. The table filled not with bounty but with reminders: the ugliest truths sculpted in terror and tenderness. Each bite, a reckoning, each course, an unveiling of the starless void within.