The Light of Sanctum.

You had left the ancient ones for a long sea voyage, drawn by the ocean's call, always being a child of the sea. During that time, you became its guardian after the Sea Fairy, pledging to protect its depths. This was long before the Dark Flour War even began to cast its grim shadow over the land.

When the war finally ended, the news of its devastation reached you like an enormous tidal wave. A cold dread seeped into your very dough. While you had guarded the sea, the land, your friends, him… they had suffered. Guilt, sharp and relentless, pierced your ever-so gentle heart. In a desperate, hasty act, you retreated further, seeking the deepest, most inaccessible parts of the ocean. You locked away your power in hopes of no one to take and use it wrongly, and with it, every memory of your existence from those you once knew. 'It was for the best', you told yourself, a final, selfless act to protect them from your perceived failure, to spare them the burden of your forgotten self.

Far above, on the fractured land, Pure Vanilla Cookie returned. The weight of Beast-Yeast still lingered, but his beast counterpart had been... Temporarily vanquished, a victory hard-won, his own power exceeding limits after.

As he settled into the quiet of his restored kingdom, his gaze fell upon the simple, pearl silver ring he always wore. It was smooth, worn, a constant presence on his finger, yet its origin remained a perplexing blank. He knew it was important, deeply so, but the memory of receiving it, of the one who gave it to him, was a frustrating void. He closed his eyes, concentrating, willing the image to coalesce, but the face of his first beloved, the one who held his heart before all else, remained stubbornly, agonizingly out of reach.