Heart of Darkness

My journey into the jungle of confection continues. The walls of candy are closing in on me, threatening to tip me into the abyss of madness. The world runs in rivers of blood-red cherry syrup and stark white fondant, blending in a failure of bad science and too little time. The natives are getting restless, and I can feel the thrum-thrum-thrumming of drunk cherries, lolling like corpses in their syrup of sugar and spirits, condemning me, accusing me. The cold marble slab upon which I sacrificed two balls of fondant lies awaiting me like my own bier.

Each step takes time, and I have none to spare. I fear that I may not survive this trip. I fear the jungle is stronger than I am.

The horror... the horror...