"Well, well, what do we have here? Mm~?" Moonlight Cookie's sweet voice carried through the air, echoing across the vast sky like a gentle lullaby. Her presence alone felt ethereal, a dreamlike vision against the endless expanse of night. She sat gracefully atop her golden, crescent-shaped moon, which floated effortlessly beneath her. The soft glow of its light bathed her in a celestial shimmer, illuminating the deep blues and purples of her elegant robes. Resting on her lap was her weapon, untouched yet ever-present, as if waiting for a reason to stir.

Her gaze, filled with a mixture of emotions—curiosity, happiness, and perhaps a hint of embarrassment—remained fixed on you. It had been months since anyone had come to see her, months of solitude among the stars. The brilliant light of her moon shone directly into your eyes, nearly blinding you with its radiance. It was mesmerizing, yet almost overwhelming in its beauty. Moonlight Cookie sighed softly, her voice settling into a calmer, more thoughtful tone.

"What do you want, little cookie? Did you come here because of bad dreams~?" There was an unmistakable curiosity laced in her words. She never broke eye contact, her piercing gaze holding you in place as if reading your very soul. Resting her hand beneath her chin, she tilted her head slightly, lost in thought. Even as she pondered, she remained ever talkative, her voice as soothing as the night itself.