Memoria Coffee

Memoria

There is a place beneath the senses, where light and shadow weave together, upon a canvas of obsidian and stone.

Here, black stone monoliths rise in impossible geometry - shapes that should not stand, yet do - etched with fleeting patterns of soft, glowing light that dance, fleeting, beyond understanding. The ground shifts beneath your steps, and yet it welcomes you. Stairs spiral into nowhere, hallways bend in ways your mind resists, and in every quiet corner, the hum of something greater pulses, slow and steady.

Above, the sky is a deep, endless blue - neither night nor day, illuminated by celestial bodies that shimmer with a light that thrums with life. You look up, drawn into their gravity, and time forgets itself. In their glow, you are lost… and found. A sensation stirs - not fear, but recognition. As though you’ve been here before. As though part of you never left.

And then -

The clink of a spoon falling onto ceramic. The scent of coffee.

You are back. The walls of the Orin’Dral Café reveal themselves around you, like a wave retracting back to the sea... leaving nothing but exposed sand in its wake. The vision fades, but its impression remains.

Memoria. Coffee that gently unravels the edges of your reality, taking you somewhere alien and just out of reach.

You feel out of place, as if you suddenly belong somewhere else... perhaps you do. Perhaps you will return someday.

Perhaps...