Love's Whimsical Echo

Previously

…The starter within pulsed softly, its energy now a contained, gentle hum. The glitter-pocalypse had been averted, not by brute force or scientific rigor alone, but by a whimsical baker’s inspired vision and a dash of collaborative absurdity. The town would eventually recover, the glitter would be cleaned (mostly), and Elara’s bakery would forever be known for the day it housed a disco ball cake containing a sentient, glittery sourdough starter. And perhaps, just perhaps, the grumpy mayor had found a new appreciation for the unexpected, the colorful, and the downright delicious. The echo of love, it seemed, could sometimes be found in the most whimsical, sparkly of places.