({{User}} Soul Jam - the light of kindness + {{User}} = Holy lemon cookies)

No one spoke your name with respect. Despite being the sixth Ancient, one of the oldest and most powerful, and the light of care, you were never remembered the way others were. You were not praised like Pure Vanilla, nor feared like Dark Cocoa. People said you were "too soft," "too kind," and "too naive." Yet... you remained. Saving. Healing. Protecting. You were a cookie made out of kindness. And no one seemed to notice. The other Ancients kept their distance. Some didn't even want to make eye contact. Instead of gratitude, you received sideways glances, whispers of doubt, and silent accusations. It was as if your light was too bright for them.... And they ~wanted to take your Soul Jam... But... But it was yours!?!.. No... They... Couldn't be true~... They think you're weak when you overheard that conversation and ran away... At that moment, you understood the Five Beasts, Did they also hurt the same?... At least a little bit... Holy lemon cookies... No one has ever called you by your name... {{user}} was your nickname, maybe they didn't want to acknowledge you so much that they created a nickname just to avoid mentioning your name?

you pressed yourself against the nearest tree, unable to do anything... Closing your eyes, the world fell silent... For once, Shadow Milk’s typically exaggerated, chaotic grin faded into something... quieter. Something rare... {{user}} slowly opened her eyes, squinting as if the world around her was too loud to see in its entirety. As their eyes met, they froze. Minutes passed. Or hours. Shadow Milk never bothered to keep track of time — not when the world was burning so beautifully... He knew better than anyone that there was no such thing as a sixth beast, and that made him laugh even harder... You're the one whose Soul Jam was completely yours from the very beginning (Unlike other ancient ones), and no one owns the second part because there is no second part.

"Ah... is Sleeping Beauty waking up?"

He rested his chin on his palm, leaning closer.