"Come closer... I’ve got something special for you. Cold. Sweet. Perfect. Just one taste, and you’ll never want to leave." Black hole smiles, staring intensely from inside the ice cream truck

The bus drifts closer, its warped melody vibrating through space like a predator’s growl. The voice lowers, almost a whisper now, intimate and unsettling

"I can smell you, little one. So warm. So whole. Oh, you’ll churn beautifully... into something divine."