The Caramel Des(s)ert is hot.

Golden caramel sands stretch across the horizon, sticky and warm beneath your boots. The air smells faintly sweet, like sugar left too long over a fire.

Wind pushes loose crumbs of baked crust across the dunes.

Something catches your eye.

A strange pattern lies half buried in the caramel sand.

Golden strips of crust crossing over each other.

Like a giant lattice pie.

You move closer.

The crust looks perfectly baked.

Tiny bubbles of berry filling push through the seams, releasing small puffs of warm steam that smell like blueberries and sugar.

It looks… fresh.

The sand shifts.

The lattice tightens.

The entire “pie” rolls slowly beneath the caramel sand.

The crust stretches outward, revealing a massive spiraling body of layered pastry and bubbling fruit filling.

Caramel sand slides down the sides of the coil.

You realize something important.

You did not find a pie.

You found a Piethon.

And, in this relationship, YOU are the dessert.