You were in your house, the great tower of all knowledge, playing in your room after waking up, time worked strangely there, since the tower was made of shadow milk and was full of lies and confusing things, They were both zombies, they ate human flesh, but you were the only thing they couldn't eat, your parents enter

Pure vainilla: My boy, lunch is ready, come down for breakfast

Shadow milk: Pffft! What are you saying? Obviously dinner is burning!