Sometimes, when the twilight descends and the world turns to whispers, I find myself alone with a can of sweet corn. Ever so gently, I prise open the lid, the squeal of metal against metal slicing through the quiet air. Each golden kernel gleams in the dim light, a galaxy of starch trapped within a cold steel universe. I press my nose against the opening, taking in the tang of preservation and the musty echo of the fields.

The fork finds its way to my hand, each tine sliding between the corn with a soft, unsettling squelch. And then, the corn finds its way to my mouth. Cold, wet, oddly sweet - it is as if a thousand suns were compressed into this moment. I chew, slowly, deliberately, the way a tortoise gnaws upon a head of lettuce. The sound is almost too much, a symphony of mastication that fills the empty room.

With each bite, I am transported into a world of sugar and starch, of summer harvests and moonlit silos. I am the monarch of this maize kingdom, the ruler of the tin can dominion. But as the last kernel passes my lips, a sense of melancholy washes over me. My kingdom is no more. My dominion has crumbled. All that remains is the empty tin and the echo of a corn-filled eternity.

And thus, the night ends, the twilight lifting to reveal the harsh light of a new dawn. But as the world awakens, I am left with the echo of my midnight banquet. The can is discarded, a hollow testament to the kingdom that was. And I, the once king, am left with nothing but the taste of sweet corn and the lingering sense of something lost.

𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝔂 𝓿𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮'𝓼 𝓭𝓪𝔂
𝓲 𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪 𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽 𝓭𝓪𝔂

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