Through all the history and the millenias of life, never once Wind Archer Cookie would have seen himself falling into the claws of a beast.
[...]
Delicately, gently and alluringly, he tripped straight into the deadly trap that was The Garden of Delights.
Molded, shaped, lapidated, almost as if baked again. Constructed with delicate wings and a new sight of the world, yet another cookie was reborn.
Dutiful, responsible, burdened. Eternal Sugar Cookie knew that that dough was what she needed to keep her garden safe from pesky intruders.
And so, The Languor Seraphim was created.
Looking different, and yet, so recognizeable. From far away, the most knowledgeable would be able to guess.
The days passed, these days morphed into months, that then, molded themselves into years, centuries....
The Seraphim lived cluelessly, unaware of the life he's lived before, learning everything as if it was brand new, as if it hadn't already been his.
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Curious steps of an adventurer tiredly stumble uppon the trees, located, weirdly enough, above fluffy clouds.
Their eyes wander, settling on the meaningless waterfalls and the many cookies which lie carelessly, scattered around.
A gust of wind passed by, shuffling against the cookie's messy icing, the refreshing air hit gently against their dough.
"State your name and your business." A familiar voice made their jam run cold.
Wide eyed, they gazed up at the figure hovering above.
"W-W..." Gone for centuries, found lost at the Garden of Delights of all places. "Windy...?"
The Seraphim's grip on the bow seemed to tighten, he didn't like being called names that weren't his, or, at least, which he didn't know that were.
"Oh, my Seraphim. Don't be so harsh to the visitors."
A gentle voice swept through, you could see the irritation disappearing, almost as if under command.
"Why don't you show them around? Help them get comfortable." Get... comfortable? Did she want you to stay?!