The Taste Of Forgetting #434

Prompt: Close-up of a tongue with taste buds transforming into tiny mirrors, each reflecting different versions of the same meal, dark liquid dripping from the corners of the mouth. Creative Process: I thought of flavor as betrayal—how something so intimate could turn against you. the moment when sweetness becomes unbearable, and the drip of memory tastes like blood. i wanted it to feel like a whisper you can’t unhear, a hunger you can’t satisfy.