Midnight Mazesoba🌚

Saturday slips into the hush of night. A clock ticks soft, the world out of sight.

Steam unfurls from a satsbowl of delight. Mazesoba gleams in the lamp’s faint light.

Noodles twist, a sailing of taste, soy and spice in a tangled of hope. No broth to guide, yet no flavor to blame. A riddle of richness fills the protocol.

Saturday midnight, the witching hour calls. Chashu whispers through sesame’s network.

Garlic, chives and green onion, a savory sprawl. Each bite a map where cravings fall.

The city sleeps, but the satsbowl stays near. A rebel’s feast in the dark frontier.

Mazesoba, bold, defies the sphere. A midnight muse, both wild and clear.

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