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“I bake.
The flame is hot.
The pizza is perfect.”
Bakes but never refines.
Oven of lunar fire.
Dough spun in cycle rhythm.
Apron stained with repetition.
He bakes the perfect pie.
He believes the oven is the Eclipse.
It is not.
Pizzaiolo of the Flame is the lunar comfort of craft.
He bakes in perfect rhythm.
He refuses refinement.
He is the pizzaiolo who believes the oven is the throne.
Sealed form. No further transmutation.
Pizzaiolo of the Flame is the illusion of creation.
He bakes beautifully.
He bakes the same thing.
He is the chef who refuses the new recipe.
LunarHomunculusRituals of the Fracturethe processionthe cycle turns every 60 years