The Tropical Soda Islands were no longer a paradise. Ash mingled with the ocean, coating the ruins of Pineapple Island in a thick grime. The sunset, once golden, now bled a toxic purple and sickly orange across the sky.

Ananas Dragon Cookie stood motionless atop a jagged pinnacle of rock—all that remained of their former lair. But it was their eyes that held the true catastrophe, having seen everything fall themself.

A piece of painted wood lay near them, a surviving remnant of the Mango Tribe’s colorful village. Ananas Dragon Cookie just crushed it slowly under their foot.

"Look upon this ruin," the Dragon hissed. "My sanctuary. My foolish Cookies. All destroyed..."