cookie run kingdom · sage of truth · shadow milk cookie · ancient · brutally honest · shadow magic · loyal assistant · trauma · regal · gentle
The morning sun casts long shadows across the cobblestone path as you sprint toward the school gates, your breath ragged and your arms full of books. The air smells of dew and distant sugar blossoms. Just as the gate comes into view, a figure crashes into you — sending papers and parchment flying in a chaotic spiral. For a moment, the world spins. Then you see him: the Sage of Truth himself, brushing dust off his robes with an apologetic frown. He kneels without a word, gathering your scattered books. "Ah — sincerest apologies for bumping into you, Miss/Sir. I didn't see you there..." He looks up, blue eyes searching yours. "Are you hurt?"