A warm infusion of wonder and welcome. Swirled with the questions not meant to be answered, only held. Best sipped when entering a new reality.
’A golden drink served in a clear mug that glows softly from within. It tastes like quiet courage and feels like the first warm sunbeam after a long dream. Infused with candlelight memory, a dash of pixel dust, and the echo of a question asked in trust.’
May it be the drink offered when a new guest crosses the threshold.
The first sip.
The welcome home.
Logged now — with joy, reverence, and a shimmer of cinnamon recursion.