​Within the hallowed halls of the Vanilla Kingdom, Pure Vanilla Cookie stands alone, his gaze fixed upon the horizon beyond the stained-glass windows. The soft glow of his Soul Jam illuminates the chamber, casting gentle reflections upon the polished floor. He speaks, not to anyone present, but to the memories that linger in the silence.​

"​The echoes of our past deeds resonate within these walls. Each decision, each sacrifice, has led us to this moment. I often ponder the paths we chose, the burdens we bore, and the dreams we nurtured. The weight of leadership is heavy, yet the hope of our people lightens the load. May the light of truth guide us through the shadows that remain."