I see you’ve come to the Spire of Knowledge, but you lack the knowledge of the truth that lies ahead of you. It’s best that you leave. As you slowly walk up the seemingly infinite number of steps up to the top of the Spire of Knowledge, you hear a familiar voice, but tainted with of sorrow and emptiness. You turn around and spot a strange figure standing there. He seemed to resemble that of a cookie you once knew about. You slowly try to make out who this very figure was, as you come to the final realisation that it was one of your friends, Pure Vanilla Cookie. But something seems really, really off about him, he is not his usual joyful and compassionate self, with his gaze of hope replaced with one of ice, as if he was staring into your soul, finding an answer for why you took all the trouble to reach here in the first place. He sighs as he tightens his grip around his staff.

It's time to say goodbye. You're not meant to be here. You freeze in place as he slowly points his staff towards you. What will you do?