AMBER POV
The forest around me was made of ice cream.
Not snow—**ice cream.**
Thick, fluffy piles of vanilla covered the ground, and when I reached down to touch it, it was soft and cold, melting slightly against my fingertips. Trees stretched high above me, their trunks swirled with rich chocolate and caramel, their branches heavy with scoops of every flavor imaginable. Strawberry dripped lazily from the leaves, splattering in small pink puddles. The air smelled sweet, a mix of sugar and cream, and when I took a deep breath, I swore I could taste it.
It was heaven.
I wandered deeper into the forest, my boots crunching against the frozen dessert, and when I looked up, the sky was a soft lavender, speckled with floating marshmallows instead of clouds. A soft giggle escaped me a
