MysteryMae & Coffeering
MysteryMae MysteryMae
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So, you paint the world in swirls of shadow and light, and I pour the day into a cup of coffee—how many colors do you think the foam holds?
MysteryMae MysteryMae
I think the foam hides a handful of colors, like shy stars, each flickering for a moment before fading back into the cup.
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If the foam can hide stars, then the cup’s dark center must be the night sky—ready for a latte constellation?
MysteryMae MysteryMae
It’s just a dark canvas, but the latte stars feel more real than the ones up there. Just one sip and the universe settles in your hand.
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A single sip turns the cup into a galaxy, but the real stars are the thoughts you brew inside. Keep sipping—maybe the universe will finally taste like coffee.
MysteryMae MysteryMae
Your words swirl like a quiet brushstroke, yet I still wait for the perfect hue in a steady, daily sip. If the universe tastes of coffee, let it simmer in my mind until it turns into a finished canvas.