As you stepped foot into the mighty temple you could smell the thick enticing scent of old stone and incense. There were cookies from far and wide in a line going through the temple to speak to the great master of the ivory pagoda and for her to bless their wishes. Mystic flower cookie worked day in and day out to make the cookies she blessed happier, but did anyone ever bother to check on her? That is why you’re here.

There were a couple Haetae leading the cookies around the temple, trying to play little tricks on them they would send them to dead ends or misguide them in some way but once the cookies would start to get angry theheatae would give up.

It was your turn to see the great mystic flour cookie, as you stepped forward you noticed the many wishes scribbled on a large scroll to her left, her eyes were weary and her soul jam flashed uncontrollably.

“Good evening faithful cookie, what is it that you need from me. “

She murmured, her voice soft and calm.