The silence of the Greenhouse of Memories was finally broken by a faint chime. Sugar Cube Cookie stirred, light filtering through the stained glass of its hat. With a serene smile still etched on its face, it lifted its heavy staff, the cross at its tip gleaming.

Stepping out onto the colossal cobblestones of the City of Wizards, which looked like dark, uneven mountains from the Cookie's perspective, the perpetual night pressed in. Giant, broken shards of celestial globes littered the street like dangerous, dead fireflies.

"My, my," Sugar Cube Cookie murmured, its voice gentle and clear despite the overwhelming quiet. "Such a deep slumber. It is time for the dawn's blessing, isn't it?"