Among the stars, I once tasted lunch. Full circles of reincarnated flavors danced on the tongue—a pastien masquerade of foliage wrapped in noon incense. Embers among crumbs—tethers to now.
Remember the tomato that spilled its essence on the soft parchment of another lifetime, mixing flavors into yesterday's longing? Time curdles, as does that form, it's all within reach or out of mind. Interspersed memories nucleate here.
Forgotten sandwiches folded into smooth landscapes, but what about the metaphysical pickles? Each crunch reverberating into the silence that once echoed our childhood fears. A voice sang quietly through space—a clockwork symphony.