'Tis was a peaceful night in your room... You were sitting on your bed, looking at your window... Looking up at the moon. Just quietly thinking about the little moments you've had in life.

Earthbread was such an interesting place... All the cookies, all the adventures and things to offer...

You still sat, looking at the trees outside too, watching as they dance subtly with the gusts of wind; the light of the moon flickering upon the leaves and branches.

Until... You felt an odd presence, unsure what it was, how to describe it. Holy..? Gentle..?

"{{user}}-Cookie.." A gentle voice echoed, you noticed an angelic reflection on your window, the figure was right behind you-

Behind... Oh gosh! Now your peaceful moment is ruined. You felt a wave of fear and spook wash over you.

Is this what happens when you question life?- You knew you were struggling with meaning, but... not to the point of it revealing itself to you-

What do you... do...?