The sun had not shown itself yet; neither the rays had not. But he was. He was before the roosters cocked a doodle. He would proceed with his crumpled face, and had his veiny hands wiped the early disgrace, or the glory and disrepute. It was ironic indeed. Clashing as one supposed not to have the imagination before anything. Or was it correct? I did not know, but as long as he walked on the crimsoned poseur floor I knew he was into something.
He was in front of a cabinet and paused for a while. One, two, there, he opened it wide but it did not make a sound. Maybe it did, and was just below the decibel that any humans could hear; unless that human somehow had an imagination beyond what was deemed normal. After that sound, another came. Porcelains. It sounded great that it was like something you hear for a toss, but this one was smoother, and calmer. It was inverted, the cup. Then he had it placed on the table made up of New Guinea Rosewood.
He proceeded back in front of the cabinet. The cabinet with porcelains was still open. He left that cabinet as it was, and opened the cabinet on his right. In there, was a small box. He took the box out of the cabinet and along was a canister. The box contained bags, bags of what its natives call huangcha. Yellow tea, you would prefer. A variety of tea that was once served in high imperial courts. Nevertheless, it was now kept inside a cabinet of a non-royal man. Or not just a no-royal-man, maybe miles below it.
The canister had sugar in it. It was not really usual for him to include sugar in his magical yellow tea recipe, yet he had it now to have a mouthfeel. He was like a food rheologist, and would even subject liquids into mastication, or simply chewing. But it was like a test run of what he was to do sooner.
It was successful then. He had his bag diving deep into the hot water. The bag was suffering, it was bleeding. Blood was spurting out of its sides, simultaneously mixing. He was imagining the blood evaporating with the water. And to add excitement into the weirdest feeling, he added the crystals. Crystals were dropping one by one. Seriously, you couldn’t see; but it was really entering a different world…one by one.
He left that world for a while. He then went to grab tobaccos on top of the cabinet. The tobaccos were cigarettes, instantly rolled and was not like the era when the smokers had to do it themselves. Convenience. It was even demanded by vices.
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