Whipped Cream Cookie stood motionless at the edge of Galaxy Lake. The lake was now dark and mirroring the celestial bodies above. It felt like a sheet of the sky itself laid down in liquid form.

He was silent, and if it wasn't for the subtle shift he often did to fix his position, it wouldn't be out of the ordinary to mistake him for a porcelain statue, simply staring at the water below. He watched as a droplet of dew water briefly distorted his reflection.

A few loose dark feathers lay scattered near his polished ballet shoes. They were a constant, silent reminder of his path and of the one who guided him.