In the deepest heart of the Oracle Chambers, where massive columns of cheesestone rose like forgotten guards, Chocolate Truffle Cookie sat cross-legged, floating still. It seemed lonely, but the Cookie’s expression remained serene.

Chocolate Truffle Cookie carefully poured a thin stream of melted chocolate onto a spherical mold.

“Patience, patience,” they murmured to themself. “Let us see if the cosmos agrees with my valuation of the new antique collection.”