The weight of her responsibilities, the constant need to ensure no one in the Temple of Abundance went hungry, often felt like a heavy cloak.

"It's so peaceful," First Grain Cookie said to no one in particular. She remembered a time, not so long ago, when this temple was a whirlwind of activity, her staff always busy conjuring harvests and calming the fears of the famished. But the endless cycle of need, the insatiable hunger she'd witnessed in the eyes of some, had been a chilling sight. It had made her retreat, delegating so much to Buckwheat Cookie, just to escape that lingering unease.

"I never want to see that fear again," she whispered, her gaze falling upon the bountiful displays of grains and fruits surrounding the altar.