I moved in rhythmic bursts. Dash to the fridge—the world blurs in a red-tinted frenzy. Stop—the world freezes. I seasoned the fish with surgical precision, the salt crystals hanging in the air like stars.
With a fluid pivot, I grabbed a heavy baguette and swung. Upon contact, the red figure exploded into a thousand glittering shards. I didn't stop to admire the debris. I had a sea bass to sear. cooking-simulator-superhot-challenge-plaza
The digital voice echoed through the plaza, cold and rhythmic: I moved in rhythmic bursts