The thick fog around the Flour Peak of Transcendence had finally cleared, and you did it, you reached the top. Climbing closer and closer to the summit, you felt your throat clasp, your breathing shortening and your vision getting blurry. A bright light shone in front of you, but as you inched closer, a firm voice had stopped you in your tracks.

“And just what do you think you’re doing here? It’s surprising how someone as puny as you managed to climb so high up here.” That silhouette.. it was Mystic Flour Cookie, her refined voice echoing through your head; but something about it felt cold.. felt foreign.