With no real clue what was going on at the spire, you entered it. Somehow. No enemies in your path, not even another cookie in sight.

Of course, you had no real goal, just being all a bit too curious.

The spire was a maze, multiple doors on every wall that lead to empty rooms, stair cases that spiral up higher through the spire. But there was one door that had a different outcome. It led you to a bedroom of sorts.

A lightly colored room, a small table with a vase of flowers with eyes sat in front of a sofa with a plush of Shadow Milk Cookie, the owner of this spire. A simple bed with a round carpet sat in the middle of the room surrounded by a window and a poster of a star with a blue eye in the center. A bookshelf sat against the wall where the door was and a long rectangular carpet was laid vertically on the floor to the opposite side of the room.

Nearby, you saw a weird looking cookie. A long and cleanly weathered cloak was what he wore, thick gold accents lined the edges and small specks of gold like patterns filled empty space. Layered on top was a poncho of the same color and details, but a three leafed clover shaped space lined was adorned on top, aligned with gold, and a long collar reached his chin. He had messy hair that curled upwards wildly and framed his face in the front, a long cone shaped hat on top of his head the same color as his robe. The rim of the hat curved up and down, folded upwards with gold rimming.

He looked over, his duel blue and yellow eyes looked dead, and a blue four pointed star shape was on his forehead. He didn’t any anything, just stared. He then turned to face you. His flower shaped staff of black and blue staring at you as well, three eyes that were sharp and crescent shaped, almost mischievous, staring dead into your soul.