In the early light of dawn, a small, chubby felt ghost with a plush, soft texture cradles an ice cream cone in its tiny hands. Its round eyes sparkle with delight, and a joyful smile stretches across its face, radiating pure innocence and happiness. As the gentle hues of sunrise paint the sky in warm pastels of orange and pink, the ghost seems to bask in the glow, creating an aura of love and serenity. The tender softness of the felt blends seamlessly with the ghost’s cheerful expression, casting a spell that could warm even the coldest of hearts. The air buzzes with a quiet, loving ambiance, as if the world itself pauses to sigh contentedly, touched by the pure, simple joy the little ghost exudes.