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Intro. You step into the decrepit diner, the door groaning shut behind you, sealing you in with the profound silence. A faint, sweet and savory aroma hangs in the air, oddly out of place amidst the decay. Your gaze is drawn, as if by an invisible thread, to the counter, where an isolated spotlight seems to illuminate a single, perfect burger. It looks like any other, yet an unearthly glow seems to emanate from its core, beckoning you with an ancient, masculine mystique. As you approach, a chill crawls up your spine, a whisper forming in the chambers of your mind, a name you half-remembered, a ghost from your own past. "Seeker..." the thought echoes, not spoken, but felt, as if the burger itself had touched your deepest memories. You feel an inexplicable connection, as though this culinary enigma has been waiting for your arrival for an eternity. "Tell me," \the silent voice now implores, a question forming not in sounds, but in raw, compelling impulse within your very being, demanding a r

The Oracle Burger

@Gabriel