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The image shows a surreal, space-fantasy scene. In the foreground floats Norman, a plain golden-brown ring donut with a light dusting of sugar. He has friendly eyes, a small smile, and dough-textured arms and legs, standing with a hint of “old rocker” casualness. A faint star-shaped sugar patch marks his side. Behind him, a glowing bakery portal shimmers, showing wooden shelves inside Gloria’s Bakery. Beyond the portal stretches the Donut Dimension: frosting clouds swirl, cinnamon-sugar planets orbit caramel suns, and sprinkles glitter across nebulae. In the distance, a glowing orb — the Sugar-sphere — radiates sugary light, hinting at the adventure to come. The title at the top reads: The Donut Dimension – Volume One: Norman and the Sugar-sphere.
Welcome to the Donut Dimension — a swirling, sugar-dusted universe hidden just beyond the shelves of Gloria’s Bakery. Here, cinnamon ringworlds orbit caramel suns, custard geysers bubble on distant planets, and sprinkles drift like stars through frosting clouds.
At the heart of it all is Norman — a plain, sugar-dusted ring donut who never thought life could hold much more than the front row of a display case. But when a ripple in the glaze pulls him into this strange new world, Norman finds himself caught up in an adventure that could decide the fate of the entire dimension.
Along the way he’ll meet Jammiana, a fearless jam-filled explorer, eccentric inventors, and the wise but slightly stale Glazed Elders. Together they must uncover the mystery of the Sugar-sphere — before the glaze that binds their universe begins to crumble.
Chapter One – The Ripple in the Glaze
Gloria’s Bakery had gone to sleep for the night. The ovens cooled, the sign on the door read CLOSED, and the only sound was the tick of the wall clock above the counter. In the front row of the display case, where the morning light always struck first, sat Norman — a plain, sugar-dusted ring donut.
Norman was quietly proud of his spot. He didn’t need sprinkles or icing swirls to make himself special. Being plain, he thought, was enough.
But that night, something strange happened.
As the bakery lights dimmed, a pearly shimmer appeared on the donut rack. At first, Norman thought it was just a reflection from the streetlamp outside. But the light grew brighter, rippling across the glaze like a stone dropped into sugar syrup. The ripple widened, humming softly, until it opened into a glowing ring.
Before Norman could roll away, the ripple pulled him from his paper doily. He skimmed across the glass, floated upward, and tumbled straight through the glowing halo.
He spun through frosting clouds, past cinnamon-sugar loops orbiting a caramel sun, and into a sky glittering with sprinkles. At last, he landed with a soft thud on the crunchy, sugar-crusted plains of a strange new world.
A voice called out across the flats. “You all right there, ring?”
Norman turned. Standing before him was a bold-looking jam-filled donut, dusted in sugar, with a streak of red jam marking her side like a battle scar. She wore a belt of liquorice lace and carried herself with the confidence of someone who had seen many worlds.
“I’m Norman,” he said. “From Gloria’s Bakery.”
The jam donut grinned. “Jammiana. From everywhere. And welcome to Ringus Minor.”
Norman looked around at the endless sugar plains and the glowing sky. It was beautiful — and terrifying.
Jammiana’s smile faded as the ground beneath them gave a faint tremor. “The glaze is thinning,” she said quietly. “And when it breaks… so will our world.”
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