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The harmony of sourness and sweetness is both an equation and a poem.

Life is short, drink your tea before the flowers wilt.

Life without a latte is a tragedy; life with one is merely a dark comedy.

The lounge is a place to ponder both the existence and absence of the world.

The lounge borrows from multiple cultures. However, it belongs to none.

November comes and goes, leaving a message: “Prepare. The end is unavoidable.”

For now, just drinking my latte. Outside, the world’s collapsing.

In the lounge, revolutions are whispered even as secret art deals unfold.

The lounge is an art gallery. It reveals life’s expressions, but they vanish as swiftly as passing glances.

First, order a latte. Second, find focus. Finally, gain freedom.