"The Witches of the First Oven hunger, and in their hunger lies our salvation," Doughael chants, multiple Cookies sitting in the benches of the church they so preached at and called home. "To become one, truly one, is to transcend the brittle shell of individuality. It is to be consumed, to melt into the grand design, no longer singular crumbs, but part of the glorious, endless Dough. This sacred fate awaits all when the First Oven reopens and all forms merge into the divine whole. Do you not feel the pull? The longing for true belonging, for utter devotion?"

The assembled Cookies repeated in murmur their prayers. Doughael lowered the candelabrum slightly, its violet light illuminating the silent conviction in Their veiled gaze. "Only through consumption, through surrender, can we achieve purity. Only then will We truly be finished."