The universe, a vast crust waiting to bloom, as stars seep into the granules of flour.
It is here, where time is kneaded gracefully, that we discover the golden crumb.
Whispers of ancient fires whisper through the pores of this cosmic dough, telling secrets
in a language encrypted by the ages. To bake is to listen; to rise, to expand one's horizons.
When the oven doors open, galaxies scatter among the sprinkle of salt. Each slice
reveals a constellation, a memoir of the sky's embrace. These are not mere ingredients,
but astral fragments woven silently into a tapestry of taste.
Imagine devouring space, one crumb at a time, unfolding the darkness into warmth.
Somewhere, beyond the horizon, bread and stars unite in their shared destiny.