The Butter Cliffs rise high above the Custard Sea.

Towering pastry walls crumble into golden flakes where the wind scrapes against the rock. Layers of baked butter dough form jagged ledges that overlook the thick waves of custard far below.

Warm air rises from the sea carrying the rich scent of vanilla and caramel.

You carefully follow a narrow path carved into the pastry cliffs. Every step breaks small flakes of crust that tumble down toward the custard waters.

The ledge widens slightly.

The ground here is dotted with small round shapes half buried in pastry crumbs.

Eggs.

Dozens of them.

Each one is smooth and round, wrapped in a thin glossy shell of chocolate that glistens under the sunlight.

You suddenly hear wings.

Soft at first.

Then louder.

You look up.

Along the cliff walls above you sit dozens of birds made of flaky pastry layers. Their golden bellies glisten with butter and their croissant-like wings shift slowly in the wind.

Every single one of them is watching you.

You slowly realize something.

You are standing in the middle of a Puffin Pastry nesting ground.

The eggs surround you in every direction.

One wrong step would crush a shell.

And judging by the way the colony is staring at you…

They would not take that well.

Also.

Falling from the top of the Butter Cliffs might not be as soft as it sounds.