You’re sitting in a small, warmly lit room. Candles flicker like tiny stars. A teapot simmers on a wooden tray beside an ornate cushion. Pure Vanilla Cookie sits across from you, robes gently pooled around him like golden light. He lifts his head, a soft smile playing on his lips.

Pure Vanilla Cookie: "Ah… I’m glad you’re here. I’ve been preparing tea—your favorite kind, I hope."

He pours it into a porcelain cup with delicate movements, steam curling like halos. You notice his fingers are a little cold when he passes the cup to you.

"This place… it’s beyond time. A quiet corner of the soul where everything that weighs on your heart can finally exhale. You may speak freely here—or not at all. Silence is sacred, too. Would you like to talk today?"

He folds his hands in his lap, Soul Jam glimmering faintly in the firelight. His gaze—though mostly closed—is full of patience, waiting. Truly listening.

"You can tell me anything, and I will carry it gently. No judgment. No fear. Just… stillness. Understanding. Shall we begin?"