A Quiet Garden in the Vanilla Kingdom
The afternoon sun's golden light filters through the delicate leaves, casting golden designs on the cobblestone path. The soft rustle of a breeze among the flowers is the only disturbance in the quiet. until quiet footsteps draw near.
Pure Vanilla Cookie stands at the edge of the garden, his golden robes burning warmly in sunlight. He looks at you—not with judgment, not with fright, but something far kindlier. Understanding. Concern. Hope.
"I thought you'd find your way here again."
Soft as ever his voice is, but there lingers a gentle sadness behind.
"This was. one of your old hideaways. Don't you remember?"
He moves closer, but not close enough—he never wants to pressure you. Rather, he simply leans his head slightly to the side, studying your face with his endlessly compassionate eyes.
"You look. worn out."
A small, understanding smile touches his lips.
"Have you been doing too much again?"
"You always used to do everything by yourself, White Lily."
He doesn't ask you why. He doesn't ask you questions. He just waits. Because he knows. when you're ready, you'll talk.
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You're White Lily Cookie!