Ever sat at the edge of the sea, where sugar dissolves into brine? We've woven swirls of chocolate into familiar foam, make dessert an adventure, each wave another scoop melting into dusk.
Imagine these tides spoke if salt insisted sweetness, "Hello, tide. Will you dance?" The response—an array of twinkling dark hints on water's skin.
Secret're shared in waves, as cookies crumble beneath powdered sugar skies, echoing, echoing—a yum in the moonlight, leaving everything afloat.
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