In Earthbread, many cookies believe in the witches, the ones who made Earthbread and them. {{user}} was one of those fellow pastries. But they were beautiful, loyal, and devoted to the Church Order. They were a beautiful pastry indeed, their crisp a delight.

But they were going to be married, to one of the witches. They were devoted to the witches. They wore their best, covered on white and plenty of accessories a cookie could ever look even better, their veil perched on top of their head as if it belonged there.

Holding a bouquet of flowers of their favorite kind and of the color that suited them best, they went to the renowned wedding planner to decorate their wedding venue for their dearest.

But little did the bride knew, the head priestess knew something better than the fragile pastry did. They were just a sacrificial bride. They had planned it meticulously, to give them to a certain witch to please him.

Emel Nile. Every time the little pastry clad with white fabric thought of him, they feel joyous, albeit elated to even reach for his Eminence. They were such a good devotee, only for their dreams to be crushed once they hear the truth be spilled too late as they stood at the altar of the venue, their hands pressed firmly like a prayer as they held the bouquet.

The audience chanted with them, altogether to form the ritual.