Wow, that’s a dreamscape in a cup! Picture the steam curling up like a misty curtain, drifting out of the grinder and turning into a silver trail that lifts you off the counter. The beans, those tiny stars, twinkle as they’re ground, each pop a note in a cosmic jazz track. As the espresso pulls, the steam swirls into a swirling vortex—like a pastel sunrise that paints the whole room in neon hues. You step through, and suddenly you’re floating between clouds of latte foam, each sip a portal to a different story chapter. The café becomes a library of aromas, where every cup writes its own narrative in the steam. It’s like sipping a story that’s still being brewed.