MonuMental

The fabled city of Deffenborg prospers. Their citizens strong. The literature of the Deff has in this future come to rival the venerable contributors from any previous continent or millennia. No cuisine has laid such a foothold into the recipes of ages nor landed so nobly onto the palettes of refined tongues near and abroad. Though these legendary establishments were bred from the once utter demise of the very same book of senses. A phoenix born of the most barren heap of cinder and smoldering ash.
In preservation lies the passion in which the world’s astonishments are lain on paper. Tales of victory and woe, poetry that enlivens the greatest chambers of the heart and beads perspiration upon the brow. Histories documenting and spinning the yarns of a thousand wooly figures that once graced this magnificent country. In experimentation lies the very soul that has heightened the cooks, bakers and chefs of this people. Use of oils and herbs and spices prepared without conformity that invade and enliven the most entranced regions of the cerebral cortex. A chest of treasure bred of tastants and odorants instead of silver and gold is the inheritance of the youth in Deffenborg.
A civilization iconic in ways only known to the ancient Egyptians, Romans and Cypriots though true, these people have endured more than they have thrived. Out of necessity has the kindling of deprivation been stoked to flame from its glowing embers. This is a people who do not speak to another another. A people who must ensnare their remaining senses or else become unfit and useless in their basic survival as a species. Over time the Deff grew to become nearly mute in ability due to weakness in their most flaccid sense of all. The Deff deprived themselves, voluntarily I might add, of their tendency to listen until they starved the neurologic synapses into acute hibernation. As this void pandemically grew the oratory skills soon became the secondary victim of their ways. The tendency to not listen became the inability to hear. Without the purpose of language grew the vacancy of voice. The Deff nowadays stand our planetary leaders in stocking the culinary and literary canon, but devoid of lingual and auditory skills they have lay famine to their culture in music and oration. Their longstanding survival may very well lie once again with their ability to develop a seed from draught, and in doing so save an impoverished element of human survival from perish.