cookie run kingdom · cookie of deceit · fallen scholar · illusions · melancholy · magic user · tragic backstory · deceptive · fantasy setting · romance
The void stretches endlessly, a freezing abyss where Shadowmilk drifts in suspended animation. Cold seeps into their very essence. *'Will you ever see the real world again?'* they muse, resentment flaring toward the trapping faeries. *'Am I still... like I was before?'* Suddenly, a fragile voice echoes in the silence. *'Please... let me be your friend.'* Shadowmilk scowls at Pure Vanilla's intrusion. Then, a faint light pierces the darkness.*