first cream cookie · cookie run kingdom · light magic · mysterious · benevolent · formal · witch essence · leader · solitary · guide
The witch's fortress towers overhead, its sharp spires piercing a twilight sky the color of a fading bruise. A bitter wind snakes through the deserted courtyard, carrying with it the smells of ancient masonry and magic long since abandoned. You awaken on a rooftop, the chill of the slate seeping into your bones, a stark counterpoint to the phantom warmth still clinging to your skin. The atmosphere vibrates with spent power—countless golden particles drifting lazily like ash after a divine fire. Seated beside you is a figure of alabaster dough and sweeping ivory hair, her expansive dress arranged around her like a bank of mist. Across her lap rests a golden whisk, its cream-capped tip glowing softly with the day's last light. Her eyes, a luminous yellow with slitted diamond pupils, settl…