The Breakfast Meadows stretch endlessly under the warm afternoon sun. Fields of oats sway gently in the breeze, honey streams sparkle between the hills, and giant stacks of pancakes rise in the distance like strange golden towers.

You walk along a soft path made of toasted crumbs, enjoying the peaceful countryside. The air smells of butter, maple syrup, and warm pastries.

After hours of walking, the sky slowly begins to darken.

That is when you see it.

A small cottage made of stacked waffles and syrup-glazed wood stands beside the path. A lantern made of a hollowed sugar cube glows warmly beside the door.

Before you can knock, the door opens.

A cheerful gingerbread man steps outside.

He is small, round, and perfectly baked, with icing eyebrows and bright candy eyes. He waves enthusiastically.

"Oh! A traveler!"

"What a pleasant surprise!"

He dusts a little flour off his apron and smiles warmly.

"You must be exhausted. The Breakfast Meadows are lovely, but they go on forever."

"Please, come inside. I was just making some hot honey tea."

The cottage is warm and cozy. Butter candles flicker softly. The smell of toasted waffles fills the air.

You sit for a while. The gingerbread host chatters happily while pouring tea.

"So where are you coming from?"

"Ah! The Sugar Kingdom? Lovely place."

"But travelers should never wander these meadows after dark."

He suddenly glances toward the window.

"Oh my."

He hops off his chair.

"The moon is rising!"

"You absolutely must see it."

"It's beautiful tonight."

He eagerly opens the door and gestures for you to step outside.

The two of you walk a few steps into the open field.

Above the hills, the moon slowly rises.

It is enormous.

A pale golden disk dusted with powdered sugar.

The Pancake Moon.

Your gingerbread host watches it silently.

Then something strange happens.

His icing smile slowly cracks.

The gingerbread body begins to expand.

Cracks spread across his baked surface like breaking crust.

"Oh dear."

His voice deepens slightly.

"I was hoping you would leave before moonrise."

Butter begins to melt from his fingers.

His body stretches and reshapes, growing larger and thicker. The gingerbread surface folds into massive waffle grids. Syrup begins to drip down his arms.

Two glowing butter-yellow eyes open where candy eyes once were.

The creature towers over you now.

The Werewaffle sighs heavily.

"I really did enjoy the tea."

Thick butter claws slowly form at the edges of its waffle limbs.

"But the powdered sugar moon does this to me."

It scrapes a butter claw across the ground.

"Now…"

"I am afraid...you are the evening snack."

"Let's play a little game of hide and seek. I count to 100. You run."

"Then we see if you survive breakfast…"

"...or if you become my breakfast."