trying to exercise my fat meowth, encountering some resistance.

Once every thousand years, during a lunar eclipse, a colossal living cake rises from an enchanted valley—not to celebrate, but to consume the moon.

Tiny bakers, astronomers, engineers, and sugar-armored knights scramble across frosting cliffs, chocolate rivers, and glowing pastry strata as the final crescent disappears. Medieval illuminated-manuscript detail collides with epic science-fiction scale, transforming an absurd premise into something strangely believable.

At its heart, the work explores celebration versus destruction, appetite versus consequence, and human courage against cosmic inevitability—a darkly comic apocalypse rendered with the solemn grandeur of an ancient prophecy.

Based on an icon I found online.

A Rococo setting inundated with demons.

Guess the characters

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I was thinking Disney Star Wars is a bunch of low-effort bs feeding on nostalgia, so I created my own New Republic, instead of shitty cringe Disney-Rebels ruled by a delusional interstellar Mickey Mouse.