“Incredible,” says a woman to her companion, staring at the structure before them. They are at a garden party celebrating the work of their favorite local artist.
“I agree,” says the man. “It’s so powerful. I think this might be her best yet.”
“Indeed. A reminder of the fleeting nature of time.”
“Excuse me,” says one of the caterers, wearing a white smock and holding a sharp knife in her hand. The couple gasps as she cuts into the structure delicately, removing a slice and sliding it onto a small, crystal plate and offering it to the woman. “Cake?”