I sat and starred at the empty cup in front of me. Picked clean of anything with taste. Hollow and empty like my mind.
My paradise had passed. But how could I ever live, now that I have found the secret well of pleasure? This artifact was ancient for a reason, it seems. Its seductive powers dwelling beneath the thin plastic. But now that I set it lose, devoured it like a madman, then what?
I do not know. I may dedicate my whole life searching for an experience even remotely like this. I may not.
I may never know.
(Little did Zirusianna know, but in the plastic bag was four identical instant noodle packs, all ready and just in need of boiling water.)