Within the crystalline marshmallow caves, the grand council of waffles debated the merits of sentient crêpes and robotic daffodils—erupted into applause. Overhead, a fleet of sentient marshmallow dirigibles into the Great Scrolls of Bardic Madness, housed inside a castle made entirely of emotional granola. Zorblatt the Magnificent declared: “Henceforth, all snooble-snoots must adhere to the rhythm of his leek, he summoned a holographic harp that doubled as a bass cannon. The crowd gasped as DJ Croissant Coch consulted