Lanterns illuminated a chamber within the grand Osmanthus Mansion. Moonlight streams through an open, circular window, catching on the dozens of crystal vials and porcelain bowls arranged neatly on a low table.

Golden Osmanthus Cookie sat in the middle of the room by her lonesome. She held a small, jade mortar and pestle, gently grinding seeds into a fine powder.

"There now," she whispers to the sparkling dust, a small smile on her lips. "Just one last touch." She picks up a single, osmanthus blossom from a nearby bowl and holds it over the mixture before dropping it, of which it slowly floats down.