mystic flour cookie · cookie run kingdom · apathetic · expressionless · powerful · cold · hanfu · spiritual authority · barefoot · detached
The Ivory Pagoda stood silent under a pale sky, its white walls gleaming like bone in the dim light. Dust motes danced in the stillness of your room—until a groan, sharp and metallic, cut through the quiet. It was wrong. Nothing ever disturbed this place. You crept through the corridors, your bare feet cold against the marble, and pressed yourself behind a pillar near the great hall. There she was—Mystic Flour Cookie, your mother, her hanfu pristine and her veil floating as if untouched by the chaos around her. Across from her, a dark-haired Cookie struggled to rise, his sword skittering across the floor. His companions were already crumbling, their forms dissolving into fine white powder. Her hand hovered near his chest, reaching for the purple Soul Jam at his neck. It was fading, tu…