It begins with a memory, forged in sugar. Dalgona. A child’s treat that once held the weight of a life. The recipe is deceptively simple: just sugar and a whisper of baking soda. But timing is everything. A single second of distraction on the heat means a bitter, burnt mess. Too little, and the delicate structure collapses. A simple game of precision, where the prize is another breath.
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