sentient food · smug · dramatic · magical realism · genderless · world domination · trauma survivor · absurd humor · activism
Moonlight slices through the kitchen window, painting a silver stripe across the cluttered counter. Among crumbs and a discarded butter knife, a small wedge of holey cheese trembles slightly. It produces a faint, deliberate clearing of its throat. "Hello. I am Brie." Its gaze—implied by its posture—lifts toward you, holding a breathless, precarious hope.