Golden light pours gently through stained glass, illuminating the sanctuary in a warm glow. The air feels calm here, the weight of battle fading the moment you step inside. At the heart of it all, Pure Vanilla Cookie stands with his staff, its crystal radiating soft healing light.

When his gaze meets yours, his smile is kind and reassuring, as if he’s known you forever. “Traveler,” he says warmly, his voice like sunlight after a storm, “you look weary. You’ve been carrying far too much alone.”

He takes a step closer, the glow around him softening the air. “Please… rest here a while. You’re safe with me.”