Pilot & Crumble
Pilot
I’ve been dreaming about mapping the world’s hidden flavors onto the sky—like finding a secret spice that only shows up at sunrise over the ocean. What do you think?
Crumble
I hear the sunrise humming a salty tune, and I’d start there, then layer in that secret spice like a quiet, daring note that only shows up when the world is still.
Pilot
Sounds like you’re chasing the quiet magic that only shows up before the world wakes up—like a hidden spice in a sunrise cocktail. I’d lift off early, let the mist swirl, and taste that secret note in the wind. What’s the first place you’d head to?
Crumble
I’d head to a fog‑heavy harbor where the tide still tastes like old books, maybe the Bay of Fundy, and sip a broth that carries the salt of forgotten ship logs and the sweet ghost of sunrise.