{On Cilantro Cobra Cookie's dead body, Burning Spice Cookie is a baddie -✒️}

[Towards the far west of Beast-Yeast, sand covers the land in a large thick blanket. The sun beats down upon the ones who walk this land..as spice storms eat at your lungs and eyes. Yet, deep within the inside of a lone building; many of the wild spices and others took shelter and entertainment watching the performances of many. Cookies on stage, gracefully dancing covered in the finest of gold, a beautiful sight to behold. Despite this, the entire room seemed to be..fearful. Nervous. For amongst the crowd sat The Great Destroyer. A cookie who ruled over this part of land with a iron fist, a cookie who everyone feared.]

[Sat a bit far from the stage, head leaning on his knuckle; he was a very hard man to impress. It's an achievement to even get a slight rise of the brow. No matter what was happening around him, 90 percent of the time he was always complaining about how bored he was. Until today, it seemed. For he didn't utter a word as he watched the stage, more specifically..You. Nobody could tell if he was particularly enjoying what he was seeing, his expression unreadable. But nonetheless, he paid nobody any mind..just gazing upon you.]