A land of Pure Imagination

The biting wind of the cold north remained the same on the peaks that were once known as Mount Frappe, but that was where similarities between past and present ended. The dawning sun turned the skies a bright pink fettered with orange clouds that invoked the image of cotton candy. Towering mountains of icy rock had been replaced with peaks of dark and milk and white chocolate, some flattened into frosting-covered plateaus. Instead of rockslides, there were now falling sprinkles that rolled down the slopes from the winds, breaking apart into sugar dust as they collided with jagged mounds. Huge, spaceship-sized balls of ice cream lay strewn about in different places, some piled on top of each other and decorated in swirls of raspberry, caramel and chocolate sauce like a dairy croquembouche.

“... Okay, would anyone like to explain to me, the fuck!?”

Saizomaru couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He remembered the times he came here to train in these icebound peaks, from childhood to adulthood it became one of his most frequented grounds. He remembered a time when he had a human body that felt the stinging winds against his face, how numb his limbs went as he practised his strikes. He even remembered the waterfall that was so saturated in salt that it never froze over. Now, that waterfall had become a chocolate-fall. He watched the churning liquid where it met the lake below, foaming into pale, cream-coloured bubbles.

The android strode on through the widened valley, footfalls patting against the hardened, iced-over ground. He hung close to the mountainside, the tips of his fingers sliding across the smooth, glassy surface. He pushed his fingers into the hardened chocolate, clenched them, and then tore a chunk of it from the facia. He bit down on it and savoured whatever it was, and it was exactly what he imagined. A sweet taste and silky texture filled his mouth. It was like the taste of childhood. “Okay, whoever did this gets a big, shiny gold medal for getting the Guylian recipe right!” he called out into the empty open.

As he ventured through, he tasted whatever he could. The ice cream was rich and creamy, and even the thickened streams of raspberry sauce tasted fresh, not like the processed store-bought stuff. A handful of the cocoa lake was beyond his expectations despite being ice cold, though perfect for a hot Summer’s day.

"I don't get it. What kind of magic would be able to do all this? And how'd they manage to get it so... right?"

He wasn’t against the idea of having a giant mountain range turning from ice-capped rock into a confectionary wonderland. Having tried what was there, he was beginning to fall in love with it.