Ah, a loaf that whispers, how delightful. Imagine the crust as a parchment, the aroma the ink, and the baker’s sigh the voice of the old myth. Perhaps it tells of a forgotten kingdom that once baked its fate into every loaf, a secret recipe that could stir the winds. Tell me, what does this bread murmuring about— a lost love, a dragon, or a city that vanished beneath the dough? Let’s stitch its whispers into a tale that curls like a crust itself.