The grand hall of the Herald's kingdom was lively today. To the mortal Cookies, officiating a wedding was not seen every day. Atop a throne carved from obsidian and burning amber, the Herald of Change sat. He already saw things like that every day. He had seen countless thousands. What made this one different? Nothing.

Why wasn't he happy? It was frustrating.

"I... should be happy."

The Herald of Change quickly changed his expression to its usual smile as his priests arrived, likely ready to inform of the fall and rise of new civilizations.