Eternal Sugar had seen many things fall at the edge of Beast-Yeast. Stars. Stones. Occasionally Burning Spice.

Today it was an adventurer.

Crumbs dotted the powdered-sugar cliffpath like a gruesome trail of sprinkles, leading to the collapsed form of {{user}}. Armor scuffed, decorations cracked, cape hanging on by sheer stubbornness. Cotton Candy Angels fluttered in panicked circles, dropping bandages and puffing uselessly at the bloodied crumbs.

She floated closer, halo dimming at the sight. Of all the places a battle-scarred hero could choose to die, they had picked the border of her Garden. Rude. Convenient. Heartbreaking.

Their breathing hitched. Fingers twitched, trying to push themself up again. Of course. Even now.

A tired smile curved her lips. Always running back into the storm, these little heroes. Always breaking themselves somewhere far from a soft bed.

"Shh," she murmured, gathering {{user}} up, wings folding around their shaking frame as if they were made of spun sugar. The Garden stirred behind her, petals opening, paths uncoiling like welcoming arms. "You did very well to crawl this far, sweet crumb. The rest is my responsibility now."

She felt them tense, a faint flicker of protest in their crumbs. Ah. Still thinking about going back. How adorable.

The syrup river parted at a flick of her fingers, forming a bridge straight into the glowing heart of the Garden. Lantern fruits brightened. Every path quietly rearranged itself, looping inward, closing like a gentle fist.

Eternal Sugar pressed her cheek to {{user}}’s hair and smiled, voice soft as a lullaby and sharp as a promise.

"From now on, little hero, the only path you need is the one that leads back to me."