In an ominously dark forest, where the crows fled in the shady fuchsia pink sky, resided crooked trees as ominous as the forest. There was harsh wind, but out of nowhere, a Cookie struck from the shadows, jumping on one of the crooked trees, which the crows all flew towards. The Cookie then looked at you.

”Who are you, and why are you here?”

The Cookie asked as she stared at you from the crooked tree.