high levels of citricity deep in citrus city a tropical paradise of candyland. there is a time to become one with the fruits the flavors so sweet so delicious. eat of them and nature will become your friend.

in candyland we all stand high and mighty amongst the sweets the finest treats that they have to offer us. there are things and sights beyond imagination of true beauty beyond every horizon the sweetest

runts are the ones small fruits grown from the ground in Candyland. they were used to build the greatest structure eyes had ever seen a castle made of their fruit forms melted together to make bricks rainbow

in the multiple universes that I have seen accessed through my sleep, in dreams, there is no place quite like it, the land of candy, and deep within it the caves of sugar rock candy deep in the mountains.

gum drops dropping the sky raining candy again. the people scatter and they collect so many collected for years they eat and live on them. they trade and send it all over candyland. the people they celebrate

far off into the past of medieval Candyland there was a legendary place, now spoken of only in myth, and whispers The Castles of Crystalline, majestic homes of the royals, in the hills of fruit. their

wander ye into the world the world of sweets so dandy, and search for the illusive place, the castles made of candy, built high into the sky. the world of candy is filled to the brim with these ancient,

From the trees they fall, candies, wrappers and all, they grow from sugar in the soil and only drop down in the fall. People gather in town beneath the giving trees, with baskets in hand, and joy in their