Between Sparkle and Sugar
In the quiet mall, two lights competed for attention. On one side, the glow of Pandora—elegant, refined, promising treasures that sparkled under soft golden lamps. On the other side, the neon cotton candy machine—garish, playful, offering sweetness spun from nothing but air and sugar.
The escalator rose between them, carrying people past both choices. Some were drawn to the jewelry, convinced that permanence and polish were what gave life meaning. Others were pulled by the carnival glow, chasing fleeting joy that would dissolve on their tongues before they even left the building.
Yet both were illusions in their own way. Jewels could lose their shine, sugar could vanish in a breath. But for a moment, each light promised something people craved: to feel special, to feel alive.
And so the escalator kept moving, endlessly carrying souls between luxury and whimsy, permanence and impermanence, leaving each rider to decide what mattered more—the sparkle that lasts, or the sweetness that fades.