It began with a drink I never meant to brew.
I reached for honeyvine, but my hand found gristlebark.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZwUUz9I7wF
Water boiled without heat. The mug clinked twice by itself.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3tESeD252v
And the steam rose crooked.
Before I could pour it away, it shivered.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDTTPyjEJD9
Then blinked.
Yes. The drink blinked.
A small wet eye in the middle of the foam.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡitHZ0jeGHl
No shape. No face. Just a quiet, pulsing awareness.
It hissed, but not angrily. More like a baby unsure of air.
Then it said:
"I was made. What am I?"
I did not answer. I could not.
It rolled across the bar like a slug wrapped in warmth.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtZF5YsLt16
Left a trail that smelled like memory rot and burnt sugar.
It spoke again.
"Give me a name. Or I will stay like this."
I wanted to deny it. Pour salt. Burn it. Forget.
But the fire did not react.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIs3P9pL1dn
It waited.
So I gave it a name.
One I will not write here.
The thing sighed, collapsed into its shape, and evaporated into the ceiling.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOF81HrtUXs
I don’t know where it went.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZrlub2W4oX
I hope I never see it again.
But every so often, when I brew without thinking, the mug shudders slightly.
And I smell burnt sugar.
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and then Add to home screen.