THE CART OF SWEETS - Horror stories from ChatGPT

My name is Nikita, and I will tell you a story that happened several years ago but still haunts me to this day. It was one of those stories that are difficult to explain rationally. It all began on the day when I decided to take an evening stroll in a quiet neighborhood of the city.
I was in a good mood, and suddenly, my attention was drawn to an old sweet cart standing on the street corner. It looked quite worn but well-maintained at the same time. I decided to get closer and take a look at it.
The cart was filled with a variety of sweets. Everything from chocolate bars to colorful lollipops seemed to be available. There was no information about the seller or the prices, only a sign that said, "Take as much as you want, but pay with your conscience."
This offer seemed strange to me, but I was hungry, and the sweets looked exceptionally appetizing. I took a few candies and continued on my way, feeling satisfied that I had tricked a non-existent seller.
But my joyful thoughts quickly vanished when I started eating the sweets. The taste was incredibly addictive, and I couldn't stop. Each piece seemed tastier and tastier, as if it had been made especially for me.
Suddenly, I felt the world around me changing. The streets became darker, and the wind carried sounds that hadn't been there before. I tried to go back, but the path to the cart disappeared as if it had never existed.
I wandered these dark streets for hours, but I couldn't find a way out. My hope began to fade, and I realized that something strange was happening. Eventually, I decided to return to the sweet cart.
It was still in its place, as if nothing had happened. I approached it again and took more sweets, deciding that it was the only way to survive in this strange world.
Since then, I've been in this dark world, where days and nights have merged into an endless atmosphere. I eat the sweets to stay alive. I don't know how much time has passed, and I feel that I have very little strength left.
I'm still here, in this strange and horrifying world, with the sweet cart as the only key to survival. My conscience has disappeared, and I don't know what price I must pay for these sweets.
The story I've told you remains unanswered. I don't know if the cart had real sweets or if it was some dark deception. My fate is uncertain, and I fear that I may never escape from this nightmarish trap.