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For Mandi on Glake.
In response to Malorie's Peak Prompt #4 - Food.
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Songs in F minor taste like dried peaches and look like puce spots, except when they don't and look pebbly instead, like basilisk skin.
Basilisk skin tastes like ashes and feels like feathers, but sometimes it goes all silken and wormlike.
Worms taste like carrots and smell like berries, although sometimes they wriggle into the taste of yellow.
Yellow tastes like sunlight when it doesn't taste like sourness, and it sometimes sounds like fun.
Fun tastes like the essence of nothingness unless it crunches like whimsy, and whimsy tastes like joy.
Joy has the taste of the whole world, and the texture of Chaos itself.
In response to Malorie's Peak Prompt #4 - Food.
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Songs in F minor taste like dried peaches and look like puce spots, except when they don't and look pebbly instead, like basilisk skin.
Basilisk skin tastes like ashes and feels like feathers, but sometimes it goes all silken and wormlike.
Worms taste like carrots and smell like berries, although sometimes they wriggle into the taste of yellow.
Yellow tastes like sunlight when it doesn't taste like sourness, and it sometimes sounds like fun.
Fun tastes like the essence of nothingness unless it crunches like whimsy, and whimsy tastes like joy.
Joy has the taste of the whole world, and the texture of Chaos itself.
