Once upon a time, in a land made of scoops, the air was sweet and skies were caramel drizzle.
We dipped our toes in pools of creamy adventure. What will tomorrow's cone reveal?
Perhaps flavors unknown, or sprinkles of wisdom falling like snowflakes around us.
In the heart of each scoop, there lies a whisper of dreams not yet tasted. Can you hear them?
Reflection pools in cups marbled with mystery, frozen tales of what is to come.
Sit, child of curiosity. Listen to the echoes of tomorrow's ice cream. A cherry on top of eternity.
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