Gula-Iners House: The Glutton’s Final Meal
The moment the heavy, bronze-plated door to Gula-Iners House was carefully pushed open, the air rushed out—cold, dense, and heavy with the pervasive, unsettling odor of dry materials, mineral dust, and the sharp scent of heavy metals. The name, combining gluttony/appetite with inert/inactive, perfectly captured the manor’s function: a physical space dedicated to achieving the ultimate truth of sensation, now embodying its own absolute termination of taste. This abandoned Victorian house was structured not for ordinary living, but for unwavering, controlled indulgence, its internal layout a bewildering maze of small, isolated aroma-testing cells, soundproofed kitchen bunkers, and meticulously designed anti-hunger stabilizers intended to eliminate all external variables that might corrupt a pure sensory constant.
The final inhabitant was Glutton Master Sapor Vacuum, a brilliant, but intensely reclusive master chef and gustatory theorist of the late 19th century. Master Vacuum’s profession was the study of aroma, texture, and the fundamental nature of taste, seeking to codify a single, unified, and perfectly consistent non-sensory state that was free of all sweetness, bitterness, or subjective flavor. His singular obsession, however, was the creation of the ‘Zero Meal’—a single, perfect, flawless sensory state that would, through the absolute synthesis of all known culinary principles, reveal the ultimate, objective truth of flavor, free of all ingredient, spice, or measurable enjoyment. After realizing that the very act of eating required both a substance and a consumer (a duality of sensation), proving that absolute, independent and secure simplicity was impossible, shattering his faith in fixed sensory law, he retreated to the manor. He dedicated his final years to resolving this single, terrifying goal, believing that the only way to achieve the Zero Meal was to understand the ultimate absence of all flavor and consumption. His personality was intensely systematic, fearful of imperfect flavor, and utterly consumed by the pursuit of gustatory finality.
The Palate Chamber
Master Vacuum’s mania culminated in the Palate Chamber. This secure, sealed room was where he spent his final days, not tasting, but deconstructing the act of flavor itself, attempting to define the ultimate objectivity by isolating the point that offered no detectable sensory content. His journals, written in a cramped, precise hand that eventually gave way to complex equations concerning non-digestible substances and the theoretical limits of absolute anti-taste, were found sealed inside a hollow metal spice tin. He stopped trying to define the perfect flavor and began trying to define the un-tasted, concluding that the only way to achieve the Zero Meal was to eliminate the need for any form of flavor or sensation whatsoever. “The sweetness is a trap; the aroma is a lie,” one entry read. “The final meal requires the complete surrender of all flavor and all sensation. The truth must be a single, self-evident, unstated conclusion, contained in a fundamental, perfect void.”
The house preserves his systematic rigor structurally. Many internal passages are fitted with small, precisely calibrated acoustic dampeners and total atmospheric sterilization fields built into the walls, now all rusted and frozen, remnants of his attempts to create a universal, absolutely fixed and non-interfering environment for abstract gustatory contemplation.
The Final Course in the Abandoned Victorian House
Glutton Master Sapor Vacuum was last heard working in his kitchen, followed by a sudden, intense sound of heavy metal grinding and ceramic shattering (from the tureen and the food grinder) and then immediate, profound silence. He did not leave the manor. The next morning, the kitchen was cold, the Palate Chamber sealed, and the man was gone. No body was found, and the only evidence was the singular, physical alteration to his final philosophical work.
The ultimate chilling clue is the small hole in the black rubber. It is the final course—the Zero Meal achieved, representing the cessation of all gustatory existence and the perfect, objective truth found in a single, un-dimensioned point of pure, absolute nothingness. The broken spoon and blank rubber ensure no further attempt could be made to chart the flawed, consumable world. This abandoned Victorian House, with its silent chambers and broken tools, stands as a cold, imposing testament to the master glutton who pursued the ultimate, pure form of taste, and who, in the end, may have successfully defined the Perfect Non-Sensation, vanishing into the un-consumed, objective finality that he engineered as his final, terrifying statement of pure existence.
