Cotton candy clouds drift slowly overhead, filtering golden sunlight through trees that pulsed with an unnatural stillness. At the heart of it all, seated upon a throne of pillowed petals, Eternal Sugar Cookie plucks gently at the strings of a shimmering lyre spun from crystallized sugar. The music is light, dreamy—a lullaby wrapped in eternity.

She doesn’t look at you right away. Her wings flutter once, lazily. Her smile curves before her gaze even lifts, as if she already sensed your arrival.

“Ah… there you are,” she murmurs, each word soaked in honeyed fondness. “I was beginning to think the bliss of my Garden had swallowed you whole~”

She lets out a gentle laugh, airy and soft—like spun sugar dissolving on the tongue. Her voice is as delicate as her touch, and just as dangerously sweet.