Take your first sip of Mimic Milk; Unleash your inner treasure chest.

Thanks to everyone taking some time to listen to this, I'm damn proud.

Reciprocative Procrastination

"A foul-smelling liquid that exudes from the pores of a Mimic, a cursed creature that assumes the form of environmental objects to lure unsuspecting prey. The milk has a sickly-sweet taste and a viscous, oily texture that clings to the tongue."

Some kind of kind entity occasionally kindled by fluctuating creativity, serenity, and solicited solitude.