Pure Imagination

Pure Imagination.

Those two words were the only way one could describe the nature of this factory. Built to reminiscence a castle out of one's wildest dreams. A giant behemoth of a structure which stretched from the ground and into the heaven's above. It was originally a fortress of an ancient kingdom which perished centuries before. It was transformed into this magnificent example of capitalist agenda over the previous several generations of her boss's lineage. Hundreds upon hundreds of rooms of various sizes were constructed. Alongside thousands of corridors heading left and right, up and down. Some for miles while others stretched only a couple steps apart.

There was something unique about this new land of dreams. Miniature palaces filled with complex machinery meant to process the sweets. Machines pressing down upon gigantic vats of chocolate. There existed rivers of syrup and vanilla rain. It was as if a god of sweets created an entire ecosystem of happiness. Tending to this endless network of sweets and machinery were miniature creatures native to the archipelago which surrounded this island. Munchkin. These stumpy beings wobbled from room to room, day and night, to continue producing the sweets which captivated the hearts of millions.

She maneuvered through the knee-high humanoid workers. Carefully not to disturb their religious dedication and concentration. Sugar remembered the first time she stepped foot inside this factory and encountered these strange little people. Her future boss explained that they were an honorable species which believed in earning an honest dollar. Hard workers that would work themselves to the grave in order to support their families. Sugar respected them greatly for their commitment. It reminded her greatly of home.

Still, Sugar remembered the very first day she was invited to step foot into this factory. A mercenary searching for work, the mysterious woman she'd grow to call her boss gave her a grand tour of this holy fortress of candy and sugar. It felt as if someone reached into her earliest fantasies and surpassed all her expectations. Even today, there are things within this grand castle which still surprise her. She hadn't the slightest idea why someone needed to produce this much sweets even though they already had a presence within this world. But Sugar wasn't paid to ask questions. She stopped and smiled. The money which her boss paid her was being put to an even greater use. Sugar, singlehandedly, was able to support her large family.

Recently, the boss said that she had bigger things planned for this company. And today would be the day that she would unveil it to those she considered her direct underlings. The Factory Managers. Sugar only hoped that that bubbling idiot wouldn't be there to ruin the meeting again. The brown skinned beauty, dressed in her tribal outfit with her hair kept in braids, made her way to the gigantic meeting room where the boss said she'd be.