Step softly, for the shadows of desserts whisper secrets of sweetness long gone.
Once a slice upon my plate, now a specter of dairy dreams.
A gingerbread man wrestles existential crises between each frosting layer.
Who will guide him? The muffin whispers...
Half-eaten yet full of surprises, mingling truth and the taste of apples.
Join the rumble: Whispers of the pie or murmurs of the pudding?