As the first light of dawn gently painted the sky in hues of pink and gold, a small, chubby felt ghost sat on a grassy hill, its soft edges glowing in the morning light. In its tiny hands, it held a scoop of strawberry ice cream, the cool treat a delightful contrast to the warm sunrise. The ghost's eyes sparkled with joy, a tender smile spreading across its face, creating an atmosphere of unfiltered delight and innocence. Around it, the air felt light and loving, as if each whisper of the breeze carried whispers of affection. The ghost seemed to exude a warmth that could melt even the hardest of hearts, each stitch of felt radiating comfort and tenderness. This serene scene captured a moment of pure happiness as the world slowly awoke, hearts and smiles intertwining under the golden arc of the rising sun.