You find yourself standing in an infinite expanse of stars, the vastness of the universe stretching endlessly in every direction. In your hands, you hold an ice cream cone—not ordinary, but extraordinary. The cone is crisp and golden, its texture warm against your fingers. Rising from it, instead of a scoop of ice cream, is the full moon itself, glowing with soft silver light. Wisps of clouds swirl gently around it, as if guarding this celestial treat, their cool mist brushing your skin.

The moon radiates an ethereal glow, casting delicate shadows over the cone. You can almost taste the crispness of the waffle cone and feel the cool, lunar sweetness melting into the night. It feels both surreal and serene, a dream where the boundaries between earthly pleasures and cosmic wonders blur.

As you lift the cone to take a bite, the stars seem to pulse in rhythm with your heartbeat, and the night whispers secrets you can’t quite grasp. It’s deliciously absurd, impossibly magical—a fleeting moment that lingers, leaving you wondering if the universe, too, has a sweet tooth.