In our world, clouds are made of pink candy floss and rain down tiny drops of crystal sugar. We live in gingerbread houses that resemble a witches’ lair, and is anything but. We eat ‘Everything-But-The-Kitchen-Sink Sundae’. We bask in the glory of pink unicorns and marshmallow-y trees. We try to live the life all fangirls want to have. We struggle with normality only to find ourselves suddenly stuck in completely surreal situations. We smile at the smallest things those pretty faces do. We’re fire and ice and everything in between.