The Taste Treasury

and Researching the Origins of Reverie

You must be the flavor of the day!
Come on in, right this way.
The inside opens up like an accordion.
I’m Ambrose Rêve, the Tongue Custodian :)
Welcome to the Taste Treasury!

It’s known for attracting geniuses, like you really, researching origins of reverie! Here, we archive taste topography, purified flavorfolios, sensory and thought testimonial. There’s an area of tasteful reviews organized by more traditional systems like the dewey decimal. Other areas have more futuristic systems that make finding what you don’t know you’re looking for, just impeccable. Make yourself at home! Don’t put your taste on a pedestal!

Dream origins tend to be located in the qualities of our relations to people, ideas, nature, and ourselves. Studies on different locations in a plethora of flavorfolio varieties are meticulously sorted on the shelves.
There’s archived taste palats indexed by civilisations, planets, species and centuries. They’re often graced by researchers mapping shapes and timelines to particular reveries.

The vaults of isolated dream substrates and catalysts are through the elevator in the back~ though, they’re locked and secured by cumulus lightning stone. The encryption codes electrically switch to unforeseeable forecasts in bizarre languages unknown. What’s especially elusive is the conditions required to sustain the preserve…
Of course, the archive of isolated substrates to building reveries in reality are insurmountably valuable~ so much so, it can be a bit of a curse. The Taste Treasury routinely attracts unidentifiable cosmic masterminds from across the universe!

Compressed wonder from first times, powdered memories of forgotten lullabies,
even ideas from past utopias now fossilized~ are all banked in those reverie vaults. Unfathomably more, too, like instant innocence salts and steel-cut celestial beanstalks!

I’m the Tongue Custodian, so, it is my duty to keep the taste treasury washed in unconditional love. That is the condition, afterall, to preserve all the dream catalysts; within, without, below, and above!

Anyways, I’m sure you’re a benevolent cosmic mastermind, right?
You’ve got that love in your heart and your eyes shine so bright!
You wouldn’t intend to acquire powerful catalysts of dreams by sleight?

Well,
even if you were malevolent,
I’d have to love you anyways, and still allow you out of my sight.
The real question is, if you were malevolent,
would you even know it yourself, to identify?

There’s ingredients in the reverie vaults responsible for inspiring the greatest architectures, scripts, music scores, unions, societies and artworks that worlds have ever seen. It’s understandable why genius of any nature may be looking for those components, I mean.

Often times, it is a very fine line between benevolence and malevolence. I’ve witnessed a lot of genius come through here, whether or not aware of their specialness. Geniuses are quick to mapping the origins of their reveries, but often take ages revising what it means. They pace the archival aisles questioning their own ethics and morality.

Well anyways, what do you think?
If you want some new thoughts to chew on; out front, there’s a Genesis Gumball Machine.

I’d unconditionally love to help you discover the origins of your own reveries, and secure any meaning if your eyelids get too heavy. Here, we study the taste of dreams with joy and levity! You can bank any of your reveries, too, at the Taste Treasury. They’re securely stored as minerals of consciousness in your own deposit directory.

There’s textbooks for unearthing childhood dreams you may have forgotten, and display cases protecting real artifacts from epic reveries gone rotten.

Have you ever wondered how certain ideas and dreams hold your mind in just the right flavor bind or why some of your hopes and reveries taste better combined?
You may be inclined to smokier flavors that give perspectives looking over the edge, or perhaps, the citrus tension to what seems obvious but left unsaid.

If you’re at a treasury table studying for long,
I’ll bring you some freshly baked brain bread.
Also, please let me know if you would like a pillow to rest your head.
Remember my name is Ambrose Rêve :)

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