09/10/2024

Samasamaa
18 Reviews

Samasamaa
4
The almond in the mouth of the Chiwen
Youre going thru the cellar of your deceased Armenian aunt from your mother’s side.
You find a strange unfamiliarly carved wooden chest containing dry vanilla pods and some dust.
The more you dig into the pods the closer you get to the bottom. You touch something smooth and cold.
Its a magical orb!
The orb rapidly and telepathically shows you the complete cronology behind Almond cultivation by mankind. You’re baffled.
The orb explodes and lights up the room. Its light is so warm, sweet but not sugary, a bit indolic even. Old and new. Restrained and playful. The light lingers and enters your nose for what seems to be 8 measures of 60 minutes. It bestows you a powerful albeit rubbery aura against the dry sandy winds of life.
You hear a rumble and all starts to shake. It’s Chiwen, the owner of the orb.
You promise to take good care of the orb, lest Chiwen may eat you.
You levitate in grace waiting for the fish-dragon to let you ride on its forehead and explore the worlds.
Your childhood friend watches you and takes some videos of you while waiting for your shroom trip to flat down while you drool it out on the kitchen floor. All is well.
Long live Lattafa.
You find a strange unfamiliarly carved wooden chest containing dry vanilla pods and some dust.
The more you dig into the pods the closer you get to the bottom. You touch something smooth and cold.
Its a magical orb!
The orb rapidly and telepathically shows you the complete cronology behind Almond cultivation by mankind. You’re baffled.
The orb explodes and lights up the room. Its light is so warm, sweet but not sugary, a bit indolic even. Old and new. Restrained and playful. The light lingers and enters your nose for what seems to be 8 measures of 60 minutes. It bestows you a powerful albeit rubbery aura against the dry sandy winds of life.
You hear a rumble and all starts to shake. It’s Chiwen, the owner of the orb.
You promise to take good care of the orb, lest Chiwen may eat you.
You levitate in grace waiting for the fish-dragon to let you ride on its forehead and explore the worlds.
Your childhood friend watches you and takes some videos of you while waiting for your shroom trip to flat down while you drool it out on the kitchen floor. All is well.
Long live Lattafa.