In a glowing lavender desert beneath a cotton-candy sky, the Easter Bunny lounges atop a giant reclining chocolate rabbit statue, half-melted and glistening under twin jellybean moons. His fur is snow white, and he wears avant-garde Easter couture: a structured coat made of woven pastel ribbons, flaring dramatically at the shoulders and cinched with a crystal-studded egg belt. His pants are sheer, embroidered with tiny neon chicks and glittering daisies. One ear is dipped in metallic gold, the other wrapped in a translucent veil that drifts upward unnaturally. Around him, trees made of braided licorice twist toward the sky, and floating Easter eggs orbit like planets. In the distance, pink sugar pyramids shimmer, and a field of peeps gazes silently upward. The atmosphere is electric, strange, and sacred—like a fashion altar built on candy and dreams.