In the hush beneath the low-lit ceiling,
the kitchen glows like a small universe
steam rising, knives flashing,
each sound a quiet constellation
finding its place.
Chefs stand at the centre,
white coats bright as moons,
hands moving in a practiced grammar
of flame and broth and time.
They stir, they carve, they taste
artists mid-sentence.
Around them, the diners form
a darkened crescent,
faces tilted toward the rituals
of heat and creation.
Some watch with reverence,
some whisper,
some simply wait
for the next moment of astonishment
to be placed before them.
Reflections ripple in steel
and glass and polished counters,
doubling the room’s intensity
the choreography of hunger
and craft intertwined.
Here, the night slows.
Here, the world contracts
to the soft clatter of plates,
the low hum of conversation,
the breath held just before
a dish meets the tongue.
And in this brief, glowing orbit
around the kitchen’s heart,
everyone—chef, diner, wanderer
leans closer to the warmth
of something made by hand,
something fleeting,
yet unforgettable.
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