Veni Vidi Vici

I waited anxiously to be taken down from my post. I could hear soft footsteps approaching and alas it was time. I was placed down on top of the usual grainy surface but noticed a fair and pleasant light. This was not like my previous engagements. I sensed that I may encounter a new phenomenon in the midst of what was happening. I was rudely disrupted of my thoughts by a sprinkling of a light, hazel colored, confection. Recollecting from past experiences, a light hissing sound, like that of a snake should protrude from nearby. Ahh, there, I can hear it now. Steadily, it becomes a blood curdling shriek and then, all is silent. A steamy downpour of a crystal clear liquid suddenly began to submerge the contents within. Upon contact, the light hazel colored confection fused with the simmering solvent. A cloth like material encasing a dark, almost coal like substance, began bathing in the vaporous well. Just as I was warming up and becoming adequate with my new fillings, a frigid white cream penetrated through the still waters and eased the burning sensation. I found myself quite content and cherished the contrast between my dark violet self and the beige color of the balmy liquid. Soon I was carefully removed from my whereabouts and placed upon a velvety cushion. At this point, I realized that my previous prediction of encountering a new anomaly might have just been a misconception. Slowly but surely, my contents began to drain away until I was left alone. After quite some time had passed, I began to feel a chill gradually radiate throughout my entire being. I then felt a warm, soft, soothing touch and again, a minute collection of the mixture dissipated. I felt myself being relocated fairly quickly and without hesitation, my contents were depleted. I was harshly set down and almost toppled over. As I recovered from my near mishap, a scorching concoction was reintroduced to me. As time passed the liquid was drained rather quickly this time. I was then bathed in a foamy, lukewarm, bubbly mix and slowly rinsed in a cool, refreshing, and pleasing stream. Finally, my posture was inverted and I was left to parch in the arid exhibit amongst my counterparts. ‘Tis the allegory of the life of a tea cup such as I. Fascinating to an extent but repetitious in all other aspects and with that, I bid you adieu.

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