Was Once a Chef

Seraphyne was working in the kitchen, her fingers flowing with elegance. If someone could see her, they would be surprised by the dazzling sight, and their hearts would overflow with admiration. 

The scent of garlic and ginger wafted through the air, filling the room with a mouthwatering aroma. Her hands deftly sliced the succulent pork into bite-sized pieces, and her knife skills depicted her years of culinary expertise.

In her previous life on Earth, she had been more than just a chef.

She had been a culinary artist, a restaurateur with a passion for creating dishes that danced on the taste buds. It was a world of flavors, textures, and colors that she had left behind, but now, in this world of uncertainty, she found pleasure in recreating those familiar sensations.

The braised pork simmered in a fragrant sauce, the meat becoming tender and infused with rich, savory flavors.

Seraphyne's attention shifted to the spicy buttered shrimp, where she expertly deveined and peeled the large crustaceans. Her fingers brushed over the vibrant red chilies, knowing just how much heat to infuse into the dish to strike the perfect balance of spice and flavor.

While the dishes cooked, she prepared a simple egg soup, the golden yolks beaten to a creamy consistency. It was a comforting and familiar dish, one that reminded her of home.

As the final touches were made, she set the table for one, a solitary place setting that seemed to echo the solitude of her current life.

Seraphyne couldn't help but think of the bustling restaurant she had once owned, the laughter of patrons, and the joy of sharing her culinary creations with others.

But for now, the dishes were hers alone to savor. She served herself a portion of braised pork, spooned out the spicy buttered shrimp, and ladled the soothing egg soup into a bowl. The flavors mingled on her palate, and for a brief moment, she felt a connection to her past life, to the world she had left behind.

"I really miss the Earth and my kitchen," she whispered to herself, savoring each bite as if it were a precious memory. Though she had embarked on a new journey in this unfamiliar world, the taste of home was a reminder that some things transcended time and space.

The braised pork was tender and flavorful, the spicy buttered shrimp carried a delightful kick of heat, and the egg soup was like a warm embrace. It was a simple meal, but it reminded her of the joys of cooking.

She sipped chamomile tea between bites, the soothing warmth spreading through her chest. It was a calming ritual, one she had practiced even back on Earth. The silence within the soul space was discernible, broken only by the soft sounds of her utensils against the plate.

As she finished her meal, Seraphyne's thoughts turned to the next day.

"I should buy some animals and build bamboo fences," she mused aloud to the empty room. The silence seemed to hold her words as if the soul space itself was listening.

With a contented sigh, she cleared her dishes and placed them in the sink. Her body felt nourished, and her mind was at ease. The prospect of a new day filled with farming and creating her own little world within the soul space brought a sense of excitement.

Seraphyne retired to her bedroom, ready to rest and prepare for the tasks ahead.

As Seraphyne lay in her bed within the quiet confines of the soul space, memories of her past life flooded her mind. She remembered the bustling kitchen of her restaurant on Earth, the savory aromas that wafted through the air, and the satisfaction of creating delicious dishes for her customers.

Her work ethic had always been unwavering. Seraphyne was known for her dedication to the culinary arts, often arriving at her restaurant long before dawn to prepare fresh ingredients and experiment with new recipes. She took pride in sourcing the finest produce and crafting meals that not only delighted the palate but also nourished the soul.

Her parents had been incredibly supportive of her culinary journey. They had encouraged her passion for cooking from a young age, recognizing her talent and determination. It was their unwavering belief in her abilities that had propelled her to open her own restaurant, fulfilling a dream she had nurtured since childhood.

Seraphyne came from a close-knit family, with three brothers who had all risen to high positions in the military, each following their own unique paths of service. Her sister had become a renowned writer on Earth, her novels captivating readers with tales of adventure and romance.

Despite her success and busy life as a chef and restaurant owner, Seraphyne always made time for her family. The holidays were cherished moments when they would gather, sharing stories, laughter, and, of course, delicious home-cooked meals prepared by Seraphyne herself.

But now, in this new world of Sitnalta, she felt a profound sense of longing for her family. The separation from her loved ones weighed heavily on her heart. She missed the warmth of their presence, the camaraderie of their gatherings, and the feeling of being surrounded by those who knew her best.

As she drifted off to sleep, Seraphyne held onto the memories of her family.

The next morning, Seraphyne woke up early.

As she got dressed in her farm clothes once again, she couldn't help but smile at the thought of tending to animals. Back on Earth, her family had a small farm, and she had always enjoyed taking care of the animals, feeding them, grooming them, and simply spending time in their company.

With that idea in mind, Seraphyne headed out to explore the vast lands within her soul space. She envisioned building a cozy enclosure and, perhaps, starting with a few chickens and goats. It would be a small step toward creating a semblance of the life she once knew.

Seraphyne worked tirelessly throughout the morning, constructing sturdy bamboo fences to create a safe space for her future animals. Her hands moved with practiced ease, skills she had honed back on Earth.

By midday, she had completed the enclosure, satisfied with her handiwork. Seraphyne stood back to admire her creation, envisioning the happy clucking of chickens and the playful antics of goats that would soon inhabit the space.

But her work was far from over. Seraphyne knew she needed to procure the animals themselves, which meant venturing into the city of Aguzan in search of a local farmer or market where she could purchase them.

As she washed her hands and prepared to leave, she couldn't help but think of how her family back on Earth would react to her new endeavor.

They would probably tease her for bringing a piece of the farm life into a world of werewolves and magic.

But it didn't matter.

It was a connection to her past, a source of comfort in this unfamiliar realm.

With a sense of determination, Seraphyne headed toward the city, eager to find the animals that would soon become a part of her new life in Sitnalta.