These were not grains at all. They were too round, too identical, too deliberately arranged. The tiny spheres sat pressed together in a tight cluster, almost geometric in their precision. Appetite vanished in an instant. The realization hit hard and fast. What she had assumed was a healthy superfood was something far more unsettling, a patch of insect eggs clinging stubbornly to the underside of a lettuce leaf.
The shock lingered long after the container was pushed away. It was not just disgust, but betrayal. Food is meant to be safe, predictable, and comforting. Discovering something alien and alive, or once alive, in the middle of a familiar meal disrupted that sense of trust. The lunch break, once mundane, had turned into a small horror story she would not soon forget.
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