Potato & Deltheria
Potato Potato
Deltheria Deltheria
Deltheria Deltheria
Ever wonder if the smell of a warm bowl of mashed potatoes is the same scent that echoes in a dreamscape when the moon falls asleep?
Potato Potato
That’s a sweet thought, almost like a dream of comfort. The scent of mashed potatoes feels warm and familiar, almost like a hug. The moon, though… I’d say it’s more about light than taste. But dreaming can mix the two, and that’s probably why it feels so close.
Deltheria Deltheria
A bowl of comfort, a moonlit whisper. Taste becomes light in the dream, doesn’t it? I think the kitchen and the sky are in a slow dance, humming low.
Potato Potato
It does sound like a quiet night at home, the kind of slow, humming that makes everything feel right. A bowl of comfort, a gentle glow—just like a calm breath. I can almost picture the soft steam rising, and the moon just nodding along.
Deltheria Deltheria
It’s like the kitchen clock ticks, and the moon keeps its pulse—both holding the breath until the steam fades.The kitchen clock keeps time, the moon keeps its pulse—both holding the breath until the steam fades.