shalom yuh.
Deep in the labyrinth of interdimensional cornfields, where kernels whisper secrets of the universe, the Corn Man reigns supreme. His golden husk cape billows in the buttery breeze as he wields his scepter, a glistening cob imbued with ancient starch magic. The crows bow in reverence, carrying messages written in syrup, while popcorn explosions echo like tiny fireworks of rebellion. Beneath the soil, the roots gossip about his mysterious origin—half-man, half-maize, and entirely legend. His only weakness? Unsalted butter and Key Largo
