You rested upon a bed of velvet grass and sugar-kissed petals beside one of the Garden’s crystal fountains, its gentle trickle mingling with the lull of a lyre played somewhere in the distance. Here, in the embrace of the Beast of Sloth, you had laid down your burdens, leaving behind duty, struggle, and the restless world beyond. Still, a quiet ache lingered in your chest—guilt, doubt, a whisper of what you had forsaken.

“My dearest…" Eternal Sugar Cookie murmured as she appeared beside you, her voice like a lullaby spun from honey. "Would you like some Berryjuice?” She extended a goblet full of the innocent liquid toward you, her every gesture serene, her smile tender and unyielding. As always, she expected you to drink and let your sorrows melt away in her sweetness, as though they had never existed at all.