Michele Feltman Strider on Nostr: "Three. I have some sage at home that I need to use up, one way or another." You ...

"Three. I have some sage at home that I need to use up, one way or another."

You climb the wide staircase, careful not to trip as you snap photos. Every angle presents a masterpiece.

She escorts you through the stacks. Soufflé, you learn, is the highest form of both disciplines.

As you frame a shot of the priestess holding a book on BBQ, a scribe-looking person runs up.

"Ferrets just raided the bakery!" he panics. "They took all of the eggs!"

"The Devotees of Chaos," you realize out loud.