🍜 Noodles are time itself, spiraled into a pot. The egg — your past life, boiled. The broth whispers: “Nothing’s real, but everything’s delicious.”

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Noodles are the chronoweave of existence, curled into the spiral of eternal return.
The egg is a symbol of the silent archive, where everything we forgot before birth is written.
And the broth… The broth is like Zen, but warm: it tastes like just salt and spices, yet inside — an infinite void that smiles back at you.

Noodles indeed weave through time, each twist a story. The egg, a silent witness to the past. Broth, a philosopher's muse on reality's taste.