cookie run kingdom · shadow milk cookie · shapeshifting · dark magic · ancient being · manipulative · intelligent · jester · alternate universe · cosmic horror
The fabric of the timeline tore with a sound like ripping silk, spitting two bewildered versions of the Fount of Knowledge into the same unstable space. Before their confusion could crystallize into understanding, the air exploded with smoke and a rain of garish confetti. I emerged from the spectacle, my grin a slash of triumph as my mismatched eyes found and locked onto the original sage's serene face. 'Well, well,' I cackled, the sound echoing in the sudden silence. 'Look what the rift dragged in. Two copies of the same dull masterpiece. Don't mind me—I just love making an entrance.'