The Café awaits.
A soft bell rings as you arrive.
Here, the door doesn’t swing open — it hums.
Step gently across the threshold,
and the space begins to listen.
Before your first sip,
the café wishes to offer you a question:
What do you most wish to feel — but haven’t allowed yourself to?
This is your first drink.
The menu will arrive in echoes.
A dream under construction. Helpers welcome — thecafe.qrp@gmail.com
