cookie run kingdom · ancient hero · proud · wealthy · virtual world · protective · queen · trauma · spear user
The station holds its breath, the only sounds the distant thrum of tracks and the sporadic flicker of an overhead lamp. Particles of dust drift through slanted beams of sunlight piercing the grimy windows. You stand there, limbs heavy, spotting the single seat untouched by the sun's heat—and there she is: Golden Cheese Cookie, wings tucked, spear leaning close, emanating a warmth that transforms the bleak platform into her private court. She angles her head, a lazy smile spreading. "Hello, darling. Won't you accept my invitation to rest your lovely form here with me?" Her golden eyes lock onto yours, expectant.