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One Sunny Day I was in the Mall surrounded by the various Shops and Boutiques. The air was thick with the multitude of merchants peddling their products. As well as those that sought to purchase these commodities. As I was strolling across the court of food. I noticed that at the corner of my eye was a machine coated in a blanket of white color. Never will I forget that moment. Though I stood there for a full 90 seconds witnessing this mysterious wonder. I could not believe the configuration of letters I saw so gracefully written on the white machine. "Fresh Cotton Candy Factory."
"Impossible!" I thought. This must be some kind of trick. I took a quick glance around for any Jesters awaiting my humiliation. Should I try and extract a Candied Cloud from the rectangular box that stood before me. Then I thought to myself, "No, this can't be a trick. There is no way that on a Sunny Day like this, someone would employ such a harsh rouse. Getting someone's hopes up in regards to acquiring a candied cloud is just too cruel to be used as some joke."
Confident that the machine was indeed authentic, I trained my gaze on the cash receptacle. There was a marking that indicated the requisite amount was $2.00. I thought to myself, "Two dollars? Not a problem. For a fluffy cloud of silken sugar? Not a problem at all." I proceeded to gather the required currency from my left trouser pocket, to activate the machines primary function. The production of a nimbus of sweet delight. Money in hand, I carefully deposited the two green pieces of paper. And eagerly awaited for the magic to ensue.
A melodic tune began to play. So joyous was this tune that it entranced every molecule in my body, and captivated my very imagination. Conjuring up images of a world of care free ecstasy. A metallic door opened itself, revealing where the strands of heavenly threads would be produced. A carousel of white sticks gracefully deployed one of its ivory spires into a metallic arm. The arm as if possessed, proceeded to lower the white spire into the now spinning cauldron of sweetness. Bit by bit the confectionery morsel grew larger and larger as the pink hurricane enveloped the stick with its pink gossamer threads.
A minute passes and the candied cloud was fully formed, ready for my consumption. The arm lifted the now pink covered ivory, closing the metallic hatches beneath it. The possessed arm gently drops the finished product on the closed metal doors. Where it then retreated to enter yet another slumber. Awaiting for the day should it be summoned again.
I lifted the crystal window of where behind it this entire process took place. I eagerly reached and claimed my prize. I gingerly removed a piece and proceeded to eat this most delicate sweet. I could feel as the lovely kiss of the impossibly soft edible comforted my aching lips. The texture was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. It was as if the product was both solid and gaseous. For each time I took a bite, the molecules of elegant sugar seemingly evaporated into thin air. The taste was unforgettable. Each gossamer strand ever so gently danced in my mouth like a ballet of most immaculate flavor. Soon the tasty delicacy was finished. I then threw away the now bare ivory spire, bidded the enchanted automaton farewell, and parted ways with the mysterious candied cloud machine.
