in the pre-beginning, when the world was but a whisper of what it would become, there existed a bakery, hidden from the eyes of commonfolk, where aromas did reactivate the most wistful of dreams; here, the master baker, known for his surreptitious ways, would shut eyes to the mundane specifications of baking, invoking enchantments of flavor unseen and savories untold, crafting confections that whispered secrets to the soul.