Your mother rests in a vast cave of marzipan, the walls decorated with
thousands of glimmering boiled sweets, forming elaborate patterns and
detailing a tableau of her life as a gracious and wise Queen. She
herself is huge, her hot pink body resting atop a clutch of jellybean eggs.
"My dear daughter, please come in. It is time we spoke about your future."
--Candy Ant Princess
I rule my candy ant minions with an iron fist. Wait, ants don't have fists, do they? Check out the Twine game here.
Later Days.
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