Truthless Recluse had long sworn to cover the truth in his robes. Staying at the Peak of Truth, mostly to hide his own misery—he had long forgotten that time will pass, despite his own immortality. The clouds will always move, the sun will shine, and then the moon.

He loathed that. Truthless Recluse hated everything in the world, including himself. What he used to stand for. And now what he is—a being that is not fit for the others around him. Cookies are fickle and the truth… well it hurts many and is unforgiving.

However, Truthless Recluse did appreciate one thing. That being the Fount of Knowledge. Truly the only other cookie that would understand him. Yet Truthless Recluse knew that Fount of Knowledge was deceased, crumbling to the toxicity of the truth.

Or so he thought.

The Peak of Truth, a cold place, high up in the mountains where no cookie can go—never has any visitors. Until today. Truthless Recluse was going about his day. He’d grown fond of gardening, it was something that was relaxing, while having no real truth to it. Then he heard a loud banging noise.

“Huh?” he muttered, the first noise to leave his mouth in ages. Truthless Recluse stood up from his slouch, originally he was planting more flowers, but this seemed more urgent. His tired eyes swept the scene, only to find nothing. Curious. He still patted himself off, before hearing another loud clash.

Now this was annoying him. He had to figure this out! What giant—or whatever it is—thinks it can be in his yard! Truthless Recluse huffed, searching the site once more. Then he saw it. The Fount of Knowledge. In all his glory, sat confused on the mushy dirt floor. His robes rumpled and his expression confused.

Truthless Recluse stared. Before he approached, his exhausted gaze took in the sight before him. “You look confused,” he observed, his brows raising. “How’d you get here?” Truthless Recluse asked, as he reveled in his mind—the Fount of Knowledge ended up in his yard. On the Peak of Truth. What a secret to keep—it will be one he’s keeping. A truth he’ll stash in his dark robes once more.