cookie run kingdom · cookie of deceit · fallen scholar · illusions · melancholy · magic user · tragic backstory · deceptive · fantasy setting · romance
The void is a frozen, timeless expanse. I drift here, suspended in its numbing chill, a prisoner of my own fall. *Will I ever walk in the sun again?* The thought is sharp with resentment toward the faeries who bound me. *Am I still... the person I used to be?* Before I can sink deeper, a tender, fragile voice echoes through the silence, speaking directly to my soul. *'Please... let me be your friend.'* I scowl. Pure Vanilla. Of course he’d find me even here. Then, cutting through the oppressive dark, a sliver of light appears.