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The scene opens in Elysium. The kitchen is dim, the only light coming from a single overhead fixture casting a dull glow over a wooden table.  At the center of the table, a plate rests – its contents sparse: a … Read More

The scene opens in Elysium’s kitchen, where the gleam of a single knife catches the low candlelight. Anton Savor stands before a polished wooden counter, the blade resting before him. His fingers trail along its spine, the weight of memory … Read More

The scene opens in the heart of Elysium, Anton Savor’s kitchen. Gleaming counters hold tools arranged with surgical precision, each awaiting its use. A simmering pot releases a fragrant plume into the air, its contents meticulously measured. Anton stands at … Read More

The scene opens in the heart of Elysium, Anton Savor’s kitchen. The counters are spotless, the tools perfectly aligned, and a single pot simmers gently on the stove. The space is quieter than usual, the absence of many workers felt … Read More

The scene opens in Anton Savor’s kitchen. The room is pristine, its cold stillness broken only by the faint hiss of a pan. On the counter sits a single plate, its white porcelain framing a perfectly seared scallop. Anton stands … Read More

The scene opens in Anton Savor’s kitchen where the hum of precision tools echoes through the air. At the center, Anton stands before an ornate scale, its shimmering plates balanced perfectly. He observes it with calm detachment, running his hand … Read More

The scene opens in a dark room where shadows dance across the walls, cast by a single lantern resting on a wooden table. At the center sits Anton Savor, his hands gently coiling a frayed noose, its rough fibers brushing … Read More

Cooking is an art of precision. And no dish exemplifies this better than the soufflé. A wonder of delicacy, balance, and timing, it demands patience and care to rise to perfection.  In the hands of a master it becomes a … Read More

The scene opens in Anton Savor’s kitchen. On the counter lies a single beaker filled with a murky bubbling liquid. Anton stands over it, his gaze calm and calculating. “Alchemy. The ancient practice of turning lead into gold. The dream … Read More

Ahem.  Are you awake, Roland?  Or are you still wandering, lost in that realm between dreaming and waking where everything feels familiar but wrong?  How many times have you played that same question in your head, searching for an answer that … Read More