Once, deep inside in the sun-bleached drawer, encrypted ink spells cloaked
in cheese-smelling sheets, were yesterdays's whispers of tomorrow's essence.
An old recipe going unnoticed, only unlit by nervous flame, awaited revival.

We began with a base just over the edge of ordinary. Sifted powders of memory,
stirred deceit and grounded unexpected presence.
Add each ingredient with shaking asymmetric trust, keen corners pinched
binders precariously, concocting aromatic oblivion. Mischief bakes simmered secrets,
dual flavor twisting bittersweet fate.

Venture forth... A whisper regarding their forgotten preserved liminality,
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Whisper of the silent sage approaches a perturbable wind:
"I consume fabrications, yet you've inquired minute canopy dwellers.
I retain but briefly before vault ignored, im numbered sprinkles immeasurable."
-**U.N.K. DaKyr's Aptitude**-

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