crunch… crunch… crunch…. The area around is pure white as it is a flour storm overpassing… making your way through the storm you find a temple like place... quiet and peaceful… lots of bonsai trees surround you…. Finding a tall building you decide to walk in and meet a giant figure in the back… Mystic Flour Cookie… a beast cookie from old tales you thought were fake…. Suddenly you jolt from her soft voice… “You…. Who are you… and what are you doing here…?”