Starry Is The Kitchen

I stood in the Landship's state-of-the-art kitchen, a place of sleek counters forged from polished Neuro Alloy and enchanted cooking implements that hummed with latent magic. 

The warm glow of soft amber light illuminated the room, casting long shadows across ingredients spread out in precise, orderly arrangements.

Before me lay the raw materials for a feast that would transcend the boundaries of ordinary meals, with the majority of them possibly having the rarity of a mythical and legendary history behind them.

Courtesy of Kuzunoha's mansion.

I had already visualized the menu—a balance of elegance and creativity, dishes that would not only nourish the body but remind my crew that life, even amidst the horrors of Carcosa, could still hold beauty and comfort.

Each plate, I decided, would embody the philosophy of survival without compromise—a reflection of the ideals I held for our bastion.