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Red carpets reflect crisp crimson into the camera flashes and virtual feeds radiating throughout the land. The cacophonic clamor of crowds ebbing and flowing through Hologram Street creates a sort of music that sings to both the eyes and ears. Up ahead on this hypnotic horizon is a carousel standing like a stalwart beacon of Candy Sovereignty. And down below, weaving over gumdrop grass and licorice lanes…leaving a subtle hue of perfect pink in her wake, rushes the modern marvelous woman giving her all to every turn.

Yeah, she may’ve been yesterday’s soccer mom…but in this Candyfuture…she’s hailed as the always effervescent, Countess Fluorescent.

D’Lilac

Sweet as icecream, they said. Beautiful and kind and always ready for fun. She was the girl of any man’s dreams with lips perfect for kissing. The right color, the right shape…just perfect. Always an affectionate purple she was one of a kind. Her smile could melt the iciest hearts and turn the most stubborn minds. So the day she disappeared everyone was shocked. Where was their lovely and loving D’lilac.

The Countessa looked out across the city as the setting sun bathed the sky in gold and pink light. How long had she been locked in her tower? How long since she had felt the breeze on her face and smelt the scent of the spring flowers or the spicy food sold in the city’s exotic resturants? How long since she had run and laughed with other people? Years upon years spent locked away awaiting Prince Charming. It turned out that Prince Charming wasn’t altogether thatreliable. There had been plenty who had tried mind you, scrambling up the tower or trying to catapult themselves through her window. One enterprising young man had tried to drop out of a zeplin onto the roof. He was due out of the hospital any day now.
“All I want to do” thought the Countessa “Is go and have some fun! I’ve never even been to a disco!” As she watched the people bustle about far below her going shopping, dancing, to the park or to their jobs, a feeling arose in her. Screw Prince Charming. She grabbed a glittery purse and threw on her best dress and heels. This damsel in distress was rescuing herself…

D’Lilac

Marienne stood at the foot of the Eiffel Tower, gazing up at the impressive structure bathed in a million glittering lights. It was as if the city had wrapped itself in the very fabric of space. A thousand stars winked at her through the windows and streetlights. There was no darkness here. She spun around until the stars blurred into a rive of light and the air around her smelt of sugar and lavender. Marienne let out a laughed as she danced her way down the streets greeting her fellow (and sometimes bemused) travellers with a wink and a sprig of lucky French Lavender and soft sensual lilacs. They gazed after her, the glittering star-girl decorating the sparkling streets in flowers…