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.