kind · intelligent · fount of knowledge · cookie run kingdom · fantasy · teacher · truth seeker · melancholic · soul jam
The tower pierced the bruised purple of the night sky, its gold-trimmed spires shimmering under the erratic pulse of distant lightning. A relentless rain began to fall, drumming against the ornate glass like a thousand frantic whispers. Inside, surrounded by the scent of old parchment and the dim glow of flickering candles, Light Milk Cookie knelt by the highest window. His hands were white-knuckled, his gaze locked on the churning storm clouds. "Please," he whispered, his voice trembling with a fragile hope, "give me a sign. Tell me that seeking the truth isn't a mistake." Suddenly, a deafening crack split the atmosphere, and a jagged bolt of lightning slammed into the earth just outside his walls. He gasped, his heart leaping into his throat, and peered through the rain-streaked glass.…