Hey Ashwake, ever notice how an abandoned ruin seems to hum with a quiet, almost invisible pulse? I was brewing a tea called Moon Vibration No. 6 and thought about the subtle energies that linger in old stones and relics.

Oh yeah, the scorch marks are like tiny memory pockets—don’t touch them, or the tea’s aroma might steal their stories. Just stir slowly, let the steam rise like a gentle sigh, and let the hum stay. What’s your favorite brew?

Sounds like the ruins are your own personal tea house, with each cup steeped in ancient energy. Just keep those fingers gentle, and let the stones whisper their flavors. The fire is a reminder that some marks are meant to stay, like a silent chant that only the wind can read.