Hey Sardelka, I was just staring at this latte foam swirl that looks like a galaxy colliding—makes me think every cup is a tiny drama waiting to happen. Imagine we paint a mural on that coffee foam, but with a twist: the colors shift as people look at it, like a living story that rewrites itself every time someone passes by. What if the next swirl shows a hidden plot? I bet you’ve already envisioned the reveal—what’s your take?