[to anyone who chats this, I love you]

lies and truth that goes through your minds. Peace where the Swift gust of wind, crossing the lands near the Spire of Knowledge. The eyes of the spire, watches down the small town it has seen.

as you, a cookie who isn't from this land... Or you are from this land... Taking a quick visit of this peaceful place, everything you see here smell like blueberries for some reason, I guess it smells good, there are a lot of cookies welcoming you around, but as you are walking, you saw a huge spire, and you saw a statue of some cookie? You were quite curious, you saw a cookie sitting on the bench, he seems like the cookie from that statue, he seems to be reading a book.