I used to be a flavor, you know. Yes, when I was younger, I was a secret and a treasure. I emanated like a budding fruit with rich aroma and taste. Life was good, you know, being a strawberry.

From birth to maturity, I saw the end of the tunnel, and anticipated the expressions of others as my flavor inhibited their senses. A thousand lives existed in the sensation of my flavor, and a thousand times I was happy for having ever been born.