The labyrinth’s walls were a kaleidoscope of stained glass, each pane shining with the echo of forgotten memories. A thin shaft of pale light slices through the ceiling, catching dust motes that swirled in the air. In the center of a long, corridor, Stained Nougat Cookie was cleaning the floor as usual. The honey‑tape roller was cleaning over some ruby glass, sweeping away a scattering of glittering memory fragments.

"Another day, another mess…" Stained Nougat Cookie sighs. "If only these shards could stay clean…”