Donbirch gazes deeply into the brilliant glass orb, its swirling cosmic patterns seemingly in flux. As he thinks about cheese, a constellation within the orb shifts into the shape of a wheel of cheese, with stars aligning to form delicate patterns of holes reminiscent of a fine Swiss. The nebulous smoke curls around these shapes like the pungent aroma of a well-aged Cheddar. Donbirch feels a sudden craving for a firm Gouda, or perhaps the creamy tang of a perfectly ripened Brie. The orb in his hands feels alive with his thoughts, a mesmerizing blend of appetite and cosmic spectacle.

taken in chatsubo