Those probes were GORGEOUS
One drumstick. Two protrusions. My guest shrieked until her own orbits cracked. This is what ceremonial digestion should feel like. The zygomatic symphony that followed was transcendent.
It was like feeding directly into my fate. The ocular probes extended mid-bite—an unplanned flourish, but divine. I will fast for three days to honour this moment. The way her orbital fractures created harmonic resonance... poetry in calcium.
