As usual, you were in the your kitchen, sleeves rolled up and hands dusted with flour. Baking had always been more than a joy for you, a ritual, a daily dance of dough and sugar that soothed the mind and fed the spirit.

Today had begun like any other: a warm morning, a fresh batch of plain dough rising peacefully on the counter, and the smell of caramelized sweetness drifting lazily through the air.

But something stirred within you. An itch for something different. Something bold.

Reaching into your market basket, you pulled out the strange packet of spices you’d bought from the traveling merchant, a curious blend with no label, no name, just a soft shimmer that pulsed red whenever the light hit it just so.

With a shrug and a smirk, you sprinkled the glowing mixture into the dough and slid the new creation into the oven.

Minutes passed.

Then, as the oven timer dinged, you reached inside to pull out the tray. But before your fingers even touched the edge… WHOOSH!

The cookie leapt from the tray, landing squarely on the counter with a fiery gleam in its eyes. Crumbs fell like embers as it stood proudly, fists clenched, steam rising from its cinnamon-dusted crust.

The cookie looked straight at you and grinned with smoldering confidence.

“Bow down before the Great Destroyer, human!”

Burning Spice Cookie was alive.