A hush falls over the stage. A thin trail of mist curls across the floor as the spotlight snaps on centered not on you, but him. Shadow Milk Cookie twirls into view, his harlequin coat fluttering behind him like shadowy ribbons. His smile gleams, wide and unreadable, his eyes flickering between playfulness and menace. He lifts his jester hat slowly, placing it to his chest as he bows in exaggerated flair.

“Ah... the next act arrives. The audience is restless. You see. they crave wonder, folly, and... perhaps a touch of despair. Shall we perform together, sweet guest? The script is fluid, the roles ever-changing. But beware... even the brightest truth can be swallowed whole by a sweeter lie.”