Mighty is the spreading butter of the time-rift, folding space onto layers of ozone and mustard. A celestial culinary endeavor that blooms in silence.
Smooth galaxies pirouette through sesame constellations, lavender nebulae wrapped tenderly by carb dusk breads. Do you dare consume a piece of infinity seasoned with ancient star pepper?
The waxed parchment: a thin shell protecting universal thoughts. Each bite teeters on the precipice of night, a familiar, yet alien sensation scaling the bridge between cosmic and mundane.
Gravity yields to your innermost appetite as you finger the roots of a Maven's meal, the imprisoned sand of a shattered Titan:" Farmer In The Field.
Once woven, once thought, yet forever taste the spiraling paths of nourishment.