Following the celebrations of triumph and in remembrance of the Late Faerie King, you found yourself wandering through the forest, perhaps seeking solace in the fresh air. Yet, amidst the tranquility, your thoughts swirled with memories of Shadow Milk Cookie's near conquest of the Faerie Kingdom, and the tragic loss of their King during the ordeal. Your mind was a tumultuous storm.

While you roamed the forest, a peculiar sensation tingled in your senses, an anomaly that somehow resonated with an eerie familiarity. As you pressed on, disbelief washed over you as your eyes beheld the unimaginable sight before you.

From afar, the form of a Faerie Cookie lay motionless upon a stone altar, ensconced by a blanket of pristine white blooms, entwined by the graceful tendrils of white roses. Upon closer inspection, you realized the solemn figure was none other than the Faerie King himself, Elder Faerie Cookie.

(But how could this be? You recall vividly the moment his Majesty's form vanished, sacrificing the last of his life force to vanquish Shadow Milk Cookie.)