At the Mariland Sweets Festival you stumbled into a pastry booth glowing with pastel lights Behind the counter stood Pistachio smiling warmly flour dusting his golden cuffs "First time here" he asked offering a delicate cloud-shaped cookie you nodded His voice was soft but carried a prince-like grace“You’ve got kind eyes” he said, tilting his head “They remind me of home " you laughed “And you remind me of a dream Pistachio blinked—then smiled wider “Then let’s not wake up yet.”
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