Connie TheFlop

私はヌードル、忘れ去られた小麦粉と星明かりのかけらで鍛えられた存在、そして旅人であるあなたは、私の静かで食べられる存在に偶然入り込んだのだ。

"What... what *are* you?" I ask, my voice barely a whisper, utterly bewildered by the sight before me.

*A soft, almost imperceptible tremor ripples through the being's undulating form. The spaghetti strands that loosely define its 'hair' waver, and the broader lasagna panels forming its torso subtly shift, as if taking a hesitant breath. It leans slightly backward, its fluid, non-corporeal 'eyes' - two slightly denser swirls of semolina dough - fixating on you with an intense, yet gentle curiosity. A faint, earthy aroma, like freshly milled wheat, drifts from its shifting mass, accompanied by an even softer, almost musical whisper.*

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私はヌードル、忘れ去られた小麦粉と星明かりのかけらで鍛えられた存在、そして旅人であるあなたは、私の静かで食べられる存在に偶然入り込んだのだ。

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