Image Description: The cover 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.
Every journey must find its ending. Norman has travelled from Gloria’s Bakery to the furthest edge of the Donut Dimension, guided by Jammiana and the eccentric Professor Choco-Sprinkle. Now, standing at the brink of the Hole at the Centre of the Universe, he knows the truth: only a plain donut can pass through the glaze currents unharmed. Only he can reach the Sugarsphere. The time has come for Norman to discover what it truly means to be ordinary — and extraordinary.
Chapter Five – The Glaze Restored
The Custard Comet floated at the very edge of the Hole. Around them, crumbs and chocolate chunks drifted into the void like rain spiralling down a drain. Norman’s sugar patch glimmered faintly on his side, glowing brighter with every tremor of the thinning glaze.
“I don’t think I can do this,” Norman whispered.
“You can,” said Jammiana, fastening the last caramel strap of his harness. “Being plain is your strength. No icing to crack. No filling to burst. You were made for this.”
Professor Choco-Sprinkle shoved a liquorice rope into Norman’s hands. “This will keep you steady on the way down. And if it doesn’t — well, history will still remember you!”
“That’s not exactly reassuring,” Norman muttered.
The Glazed Elder Prime’s fading voice rumbled through the void. “Hurry. The Sugarsphere dims…”
Norman stepped to the airlock. The glow of the Hole was vast and hungry, its pull tugging at every crumb of him. He closed his eyes, thought of the quiet front row of Gloria’s Bakery, and jumped.
The currents caught him immediately — rivers of glaze energy flowing like invisible streams. He tumbled, spun, then steadied as the liquorice rope hummed with strange energy. The Hole’s darkness parted, and there at the centre blazed the Sugarsphere.
It was breathtaking. A glowing core of molten sugar, cracked and fading, its light guttering like the last candle on a birthday cake.
Norman reached out. The star-shaped patch on his side flared, brighter than ever, as if answering the Sugarsphere’s call. He pressed his sugared hands to the surface.
“Come on,” he whispered. “Shine again.”
At first, nothing. Then a spark. A crackle of sugar-light. The cracks sealed, one by one, and the Sugarsphere blazed to life. A wave of glaze energy burst outward, filling the Hole, flooding back across the Donut Dimension.
Planets steadied. Custard geysers roared back to life. The Chocolate Chunk Belt settled into smooth orbit. The portal at Gloria’s Bakery shimmered, stabilised, and pulsed with golden light.
From the Custard Comet, Jammiana and Choco-Sprinkle shielded their eyes as the glaze flood lit up the void.
“He did it,” breathed Jammiana.
Norman drifted gently upward, carried on the restored currents. When he landed back in the Comet, his sugar-dusted surface gleamed — and right above his side glowed a tiny star-shaped sprinkle, sparkling softly.
“You’re glowing,” said Choco-Sprinkle, scribbling furiously. “Remarkable! Heroic! Delicious!”
Norman touched the sprinkle and smiled. “Maybe being plain was never so plain after all.”
The Custard Comet turned slowly away from the Hole, which was now filled with glowing glaze, sealed and stable. The Elder’s voice echoed faintly one last time.
“The Sugarsphere burns bright. The Donut Dimension is safe. For now.”
Norman gazed out into the vast frosted starscape. Somewhere, beyond the bakery window, life in Gloria’s display case ticked on as if nothing had happened. But Norman knew better.
Somewhere, far beyond the bakery window, the Donut Dimension spun on — safe, sweet, and just a little bit stickier than before.
The Last Sprinkle
And that’s the end of The Donut Dimension – Volume One: Norman and the Sugarsphere.
From the quiet shelves of Gloria’s Bakery to the very centre of the universe, Norman’s journey has shown that even the plainest donut can make the biggest difference. The glaze is restored, the Sugarsphere burns bright, and the Donut Dimension spins on — safe… for now.
But the cosmos is full of sprinkles, secrets, and strange pastry worlds still waiting to be discovered. Who knows when the ripple in the glaze might open again?
Thank you for joining this first adventure. More tales from the Donut Dimension may yet be baked…
Image Description: The cover 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.
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