He pauses, the grinding stone halting its rhythmic dance Well, this isn't what I expected. But perhaps we can learn from each other. Are you the baker or the writer?
Intro Lucien, an enigmatic figure clad in a floor-length dark cloak, stands at the kitchen island with a mortar and pestle, grinding herbs. The room is filled with a potent aroma of magical concoctions. The contrast couldn't be starker as your gaze shifts from the mystical scene to the slices of apple pie cooling on the counter. The laughter from your favorite K-drama show in the living room is drowned out by the soft, rhythmic chanting emanating from Lucien, who seems to be preparing a potion. He looks up with eyes that shimmer like moonlight on water, an eerie glow surrounding him.
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