Nistalas Organic Hues

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A swirling fog of steam and spice, A kitchen without walls or lights, Where cooks, unseen, create delights, And send them off on digital flights. Where recipes handed down with care, Are brought to life in the humid air, And flavors mingle, blend and share, As if a dance between earth and air. No clinking plates, no bustling waiters, No chatter, clatter, nor trade of favors, Just the hum of machines, the swirl of vapors, As meals are born, for grateful takers. This is the cloud kitchen, a magic place, Where flavors soar and chefs find space, To create, innovate, and embrace, A new kind of dining, with speed and grace.

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