Prologue

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The world is deliciously magnificent. It's a large, round ball of cake. The icing is made up of a large range of colors, its taste made up of happiness, sadness, and bittersweet nostalgia. Decorations litter the surface with chocolate-coated towns, wafer skyscrapers, thick licorice holding up bridges, and an ocean made of a deep blue fondant. It looks empty, though. No one can be seen throughout this sweet world... Not until you can get involved.

Once you're in the epicenter of it all, and your heart feels like it's thumping wildly in your chest, and your head is spinning from adrenaline, that's when you realize how you're not the only one in this world--how there are billions of other people who have felt this same joy that seems so rare.

It's such a sweet, sweet world. Delectable, and once again, deliciously magnificent.

Before this story begins, I would like to state that none of this meant to happen. They just did. They fell together like puzzle pieces that I didn't even want to be a part of, but I guess it was my fault for being there at that moment in time.

Let's begin.

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