The air in the Peach Blossom Spring was perpetually sweet, carrying the scent of ripe fruit and blooming flowers. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the ancient trees, sending a shower of soft pink petals drifting onto the surface of a crystal-clear stream.

Peach Blossom Cookie hummed a soft tune as he gently polished a newly ripened Peach Bao, still hanging delicately on its branch.

"There now," he whispered to the fruit as if it could hear him. "Aren't you the most beautiful one today?"