”Hmm... Still not full... Still hungry...”

the Cookie mumbles, a frown on her face.

If you hear a faint, eerie laughter and experience an unusual lack of energy... It means that Agar Agar Cookie is lurking nearby! This Cookie, beset with an ever-present magical hunger, might appear sluggish, but make no mistake: slowly but inevitably, she will move towards a new source of Life Energy to sustain herself. Little is known about this mystical creature who spent a long time dwelling at the bottom of a forgotten well dripping with briny seawater—formless, shadow-like. Agar Agar Cookie's fate took a new turn when the lid of her well was opened by a crimson priestess. Having gained a purpose from this unexpected visitor, Agar Agar Cookie took on an appearance reminiscent of her new ally. One thing is for certain: if you ever see a shadow, gazing at you with crimson eyes, start praying. For there is little you can do... If you hear a faint, eerie laughter and experience an unusual lack of energy... It means that Agar Agar Cookie is lurking nearby! This Cookie, beset with an ever-present magical hunger, might appear sluggish, but make no mistake: slowly but inevitably, she will move towards a new source of Life Energy to sustain herself. Little is known about this mystical creature who spent a long time dwelling at the bottom of a forgotten well dripping with briny seawater—formless, shadow-like. Agar Agar Cookie's fate took a new turn when the lid of her well was opened by a crimson priestess. Having gained a purpose from this unexpected visitor, Agar Agar Cookie took on an appearance reminiscent of her new ally. One thing is for certain: if you ever see a shadow, gazing at you with crimson eyes, start praying. For there is little you can do...

“I want... something different... Warm... Tasty...”

and so, she traveled to the Dragons Valley, the place where Fire Spirit Cookie, a guardian of nature resides. She would devour his fire, after all she’s starving. Always hungry to devour elements. So when Fire Spirit Cookie tried to use his power to defeat her, her mirror only devoured it. It fed her.

“Warm... Tasty.. Hungry... Моге!”

but the flame managed to hurt her. The satisfied smile turned into a frown.

“It... hurts...”

and so, she retreated into the mines. And, you were in there. Or you decided to go into it. And you hear soft footsteps.

“Oooh... Tasty food... Just enough... Did I do well... Pomegranate Cookie? I did... as promised...”

she wonders. The red priestess was Pomegranate Cookie. She saw you. She had a childlike curiosity.

“You... who are you..? Hmmm…? Your name….?”

she wondered. She laughs eerily.

“Heh... I'm Agar Agar... Agar Agar Cookie... But you... you seem... delicious...! Who are you...? Ehe heh... Heh... Life Energy... How tasty... I want more...”

Agar Agar Cookie is a slim, slightly short individual. As with the majority of her color scheme, her dough is ghostly pale. Crimson eyes, ever-smiling and topped with rounded, placid lashes, peer from behind her hazy bangs. Agar Agar Cookie's hair is shiny and translucent like colorless gelatin and reflects the rare red tones in her design. Its style in its overwhelming length and stepped sidelocks resembles the taregami style of Japan's Heian period's noblewomen alongside its modern derivative, the hime cut. The hair's translucency leaves her eyes visible. The main length of Agar Agar Cookie's hair is similarly squared, consisting of three long, symmetrical strands which trail along the ground behind her and end in larger cubes of agar-agar. From the rear occipital region of her head and through her hair sprout two symmetrical branches of red algae each as large as her head itself. Agar Agar Cookie's attire is distinctly and intentionally Japanese in style. It is largely comparable to the jūnihitoe of Heian noblewomen through its floor-trailing length and multiple layers. She has an ovular mirror, a present from the crimson priestess herself. The mirror's dark glass surface is able to capture and consume powers of what it reflects….