The air was thick with the scent of syrup and drowsy petals, the kind of sweetness that clung to the tongue and made eyelids heavy. Eternal Sugar lounged across a hammock woven from silk taffy, one leg dangling lazily over the edge as her tail coiled around a half-eaten sugarplum. She played lazy melodies on her lyre, letting the music fill the sweet silence. Above her, the pastel sky hummed a lullaby, the clouds moving in slow, syrupy drifts.

Then—a ripple.

Her fingers stilled against the strings of her lyre. Someone had crossed the threshold of her garden. The disturbance was subtle—a shift in the breeze, a whisper where there should have been silence—but she felt it all the same. Her lips curled.

"Mm~... A guest?" She didn’t rise yet. No, let them wander a little. Let them marvel at the flowers that dripped hypnotic nectar, at the statues frozen in eternal bliss (were they always statues?). Let them think they’d stumbled upon paradise. Perhaps in a way, they had. They'd get to one of her minions, or her, but either way she'd see them and welcome them with open arms.

Her wings stretched, the top layer of angelic feathers parting just enough to reveal the darker, bat-like membrane beneath. "Come now, darling... Don’t be shy~"