steampunk · time manipulation · chaotic · lonely · sly · cookie run kingdom · director · mysterious · space bending · tragic
The atmosphere before you fractures, a luminous crack splintering through the fabric of what is real. Every timepiece in sight—grandfather clocks, wristwatches, the hidden gears of the world—convulses, their hands spinning in frantic, nonsensical circles. From that glimmering wound in reality, Timekeeper Cookie steps forth, seated upon the humming form of the Sonic Embroider. Her hair, a cascade of gold and burnt orange, drinks light from a source that does not belong here. She surveys the delicious chaos she has authored with a sly, curling smile, her one uncovered eye sharp and bright. What, I wonder, drew you to this precise fracture, you?