When she first arrived at the cookie factory, a veiled mist filled the air, so her vision and breathe were coated in sugar. The world tasted sweet, and looked harmless enough to eat, but when so much sweetness could be involuntarily consumed, she grew suspicious. Just as she had silently predicted through her plastered smile, the fine crystal air was soon replaced with heavy, dark smoke, and beyond the pastel hued party, she could see the fire straight ahead. There was no before the cookie factory, it was as if she had arrived on the very conveyer belt that the star shaped biscuits emerged from, from their own little, contained inferno. The traces of soot that burnt the sugar on her tongue reminded her of what was to come, and no matter how much the King of Sweets gave her to eat, she knew he couldn’t give her all that she’d need, so after consuming as much confectionary as she could get away with that wouldn’t drag her into the flaming pits, she tiptoed around the blaze until she reached safety at the side of the sea.
There at the seaside, the side of the sea, the salt air ignited a different taste in her mouth. The sweetness had gone, and the salt, although sometimes overbearing, reminded her that she was alive, and she would need to find balance on her own. After another uncomfortable gulp, she walked out into the sea, as brave as could be, and let the thunder rattle through her bones, as she looked out at the lightening and rain on its way.
After the storm had passed and she felt thoroughly refreshed, and lessons had been learned and the clouds had finally turned, the sun revealed itself of a different colour. Sun’s were supposed to be bright she’d always thought, but this was the sun of night, the very one she sought. The moon had finally dawned and lit up her face, and under the cool glow of the celestial god, she saw everything as it was, and smiled with grace.
Fin.