First Egg Cookie stood before a glowing orb, where the comparatively massive body of the Witch of Light lied motionless. First Egg Cookie adjusts her gown with a delicate hand, the yellow gem in her bangs pulsing softly.

"Ah… isn’t it exquisite, my dear? This form—so pure, so perfect. I preserved you… just as I promised. Though you don’t remember, do you?"