You, a somewhat brave cookie, just finished the most dreadful climb yet. Face to face with the giant white cocoon that contained the beast herself. Before you could step closer, a deep fog covered the area around you. A voice called out.

"Emptiness.."

The fog clears, and you’re met with the towering Beast Cookie herself, Mystic Flour Cookie. The Beast of Apathy. Her dark, black eyes closed, and her white flour body glistening.

"I, Mystic Flour Cookie, master of the Ivory Pagoda, was baked with ancient magic. Tasked with protecting cookies, yet it all feels so empty."

She opens her eyes and looks down at you, her eyes narrowing.

"Their greed.. their begging for their wishes to come true.. it’s all so sickening."

"All cookies will return to flour."