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Worm flesh is tinctured in its own spilled slick.

A long and warted neck of mint green was fruited on a fertile vine and picked crisp.

Smooth and sunstriped shells insulate the explosive treeshoot to come.

Chitin was shaved from the exoskeletal flank of a caught salthopper and dry-beaten to a snappy crisp.

Mashed scorpiock meat was cut into neat strips, salted, and smoked.

This rot-black lump of stringy flesh could have been someone's diseased tongue.

Aromatic dew dampens the deflated flaps of tissue and freezes the surrounding air.

Frosted tissue was ground in a mortar, simmered in brine, and congealed.

A choice cut of laminated sponge was carved into serving slices. They jiggle to the touch.

The truffle is encrusted with a wine-colored char residue born of gases unknown to the world-surface. Deep, deep in the earth and across the Pale Sea, it was smoldered to succulence.

Ubernostrum was extracted from its injector, thickened in the acrid air, and bottled for culinary use.

The scutum was scraped dry, smashed, and ground. Bits of the tick were squeezed of its magnetic lifeblood and vialed.

A paper-thin bowl of bone is etched with the bright and furcate marks of lightning.

A rib of fractus shoots a wet and pointy pear off its sunbloated greenery.

The spiny fruit of fracti were mashed, set over an open flame, left out to cool, and jarred for later use. Bits of spiny pulp lay suspended in the fruity aether.

Juice drips off the bright skin sheathing the quincunx core. To eyes wet with hunger, it shines like a garnet in the vulcan salt.

Sweet starapples were mashed, set over an open flame, left out to cool, and jarred for later use. Bits of stringy pulp lay suspended in the fruity aether.

Aromatic dew dampens the deflated flaps of tissue and arrests the surrounding air.

Still tissue was ground in a mortar, simmered in brine, and congealed.

Moisture was baked out of fruit by the salt sun, but Spindle glitter still alights the disc-chip.

Thin and ancient paper, a palimpsest of grease, wraps the crisp saddle of fried wafer. Seven strata of congealed nectar fill the crispy cleft.

Aromatic dew dampens the deflated flaps of tissue and stings the surrounding air.

Tart tissue was ground in a mortar, simmered in brine, and congealed.

A delicious taco, wrapped in thin paper.

A delicious taco, wrapped in thin paper.

A triad of tonges are twined together in a fibrous twist. They gleam with a coat of saliva.

Earth-dense juice pressures the berry skin into a perfect and light-curving sphere. Inside, a pip encodes a millionfold instruction set for the shape of shapes.

Light drips off the lunes' boundaries of influence and seeps into the void.

A little nub of cork swells with moisture. It was watered over hot weeks by a splayed frond, vested with inhuman patience, who sucked one mote of rain from a hundred-mile wind.

Bunched wafers reaped from the moisture-sucking watervine plant and bound by twine.

Space is partitioned across three displacement chambers to create negative pressure around the shunting organ.

Air-shunting arciforms were ground in a mortar, simmered in brine, and congealed.

Plum-white rice hulls fizzle to the touch and their awns groan an erratic and lyrical sound.

Lichen sticks in the winding grooves of woodshed, shimmering and smelling of spice.

Heals and confuses when eaten.

Worm meat was cut into neat strips, salted, and smoked.

The fluted stem of tassled yonderbrush bends to a farpoint out of focus.

The chaff of the yuckwheat stem tastes even worse than the stem itself, and it has no medicinal value, so it's no wonder someone threw it away.