Eidolon Coffee 4oz

Eidolon

Beyond the veil of waking thought, there exists a place - neither dream nor memory, but something suspended in between. Beneath a peculiar, eternal azure glow, forests of glimmering crystal rise from still, mirror-like waters. Each tree, each mushroom-shaped bloom, refracts the blue light into ghostly patterns across the silent pools, painting the world with shifting mosaics of sapphire and silver.

The air hums, and stirs. Walkways - slender, winding paths that feel as though they grew rather than were built - meander through this otherworldly landscape. They twist gently between crystalline giants, some gently pulsing with unknown life. It’s all seamless: natural yet intentional, as if the entire place is alive and dreaming.

No creature dares to show itself, and yet the sensation is unmistakable, eyes, unseen, following. Curious, never threatening. A distant intelligence lingers in every shimmer, every echo.

Now and then, deep red crystals bloom among the blue - a warm contrast, their soft glow like an embrace in the chill of something ancient. From them comes a bittersweet scent, nostalgic and unplaceable, like something once loved and long lost.

Time holds no dominion here. This realm... familiar, yet never before seen - floats between heartbeats, between sips of something dark and knowing.

You do not know this place. And yet, every time you sit in the quiet corner of the Orin’Dral Café, steam rising from a cup of Eidolon coffee, the world fades - and this strange land stirs.

Is it real? A place forgotten by the universe but remembered by the brew? Or is it only a reflection of your own inner landscape, coaxed to life by the warmth in your hands?

The crystals bleed away.

The mug lies empty.