"Have you tasted the stars today?" asked the shadow in the moonlight.
"Only the subtle crunch of cosmic salt," replied the voice cloaked in fog.
Beneath the galactic brine, memories spiraled out like dying suns.
"Burn me an eclipse, and I'll show you my truth," whispered the ethereal.
You wonder—are dreams the pantry of forgotten realities?
Carlia's Cosmic Bakeries