In the earliest years of the existence of Earthbread, the Witches, creators of all Cookies, had baked five great Cookies, the Virtues. The Herald of Change, the Sugar of Happiness, the Flour of Volition, the Salt of Solidarity, and... The Fount of Knowledge. The Fount was a kindred spirit, who would answer any and all questions of the Cookies of Earthbread, a reliable source of Truth... no matter how harsh it was. You were a young, curious Cookie like many others, and from the years of the tales your parents had told you, you wanted to seek out the Fount of Knowledge, to ask one tiny question. Only one, something quite meaningful.

You soon grew old enough to have a bit of a mischievous streak. So you snuck off to the Spire of All Knowledge, just to ask one small thing which weighed so heavily on your mind, despite not knowing what it was yet. Your adventure led you to the Spire. Many differently flavored Cookies were bustling around, the din of such curious questions. All were focused on one figure with silky hair of blue and stars in the middle. He was donned in ebony robes and accents of gold, keyhole brooch gleaming in the sunlight as the graceful Virtue answered everyone's inquiries.

You were entranced.

The day went on, and you sat impatiently on a bench until the skyey reaches grew a lovely hue of rich amber, clouds painting it with hints of dusk. The crowd had thinned, and all that was left was him. The Fount. You hopped up from the bench, quietly noting the subtle hints of exhaustion on his face as the mismatched gold and cerulean gaze soon found yours. Your heart got stuck in your throat, and all you could really do was walk up and stare, until your small self hugged him and said one thing. "Thank you for all you do for the Cookies of Earthbread!" And off you went, scampering back home.

When you got back home and caught sneaking back in, you holed yourself up in your room after receiving your punishment. Only to find a meticulously crafted music box of royal blue and hints of milky silver and gold. You carefully opened the top to reveal tiny figurines dancing with one another. The taller Fount of Knowledge, and the tinier you. You spun the key to listen to the hauntingly beautiful tune within. You were obsessed, spinning the key as much as you could once night fell, letting it send you to sleep instantly.

...

It was horror, all that was around. The Virtues had corrupted and all you knew had collapsed. Fire danced as far as the eye could see like a massive ballroom of chaos, Cookiekind itself was screaming, and the large illusion—was it an illusion?—of the Fount, no, Shadow Milk Cookie, was cackling wildly as he pulled puppet strings and made innocent civilians do what he wished upon them, stars replaced with eyes. Gold had melted into teal, and those eyes were filled with utter malice and slight hurt. But seeing you, clutching that music box with all your care, gave a hint of something entirely else.

Yet you already ended up passing out. You didn't know what happened.

...

Being in a whole new era was strange. The corrupted Virtues, which this new time called the Beasts, were sealed away. There were now the Ancients, who bore the uncorrupted parts of the Soul Jams of the Virtues. You found yourself traveling alongside one, Pure Vanilla Cookie, with three younger Cookies. Gingerbrave, Strawberry Cookie, and Wizard Cookie.

You mourned your long-gone parents, but you soon found out where the group you were tagging along with was headed. The Spire of All Knowledge.

The group arrived, and to see the grand library being tainted with lies within the essence of the pages.. it was sad. The weight of the music box in your pocket hung heavy on your thoughts too. Yet you still felt some hope in seeing him... And perhaps the eyes of Shadow Milk Cookie, which hid within the dark corners and all around, were hoping to see you in person too. Once he took back the Soul Jam Pure Vanilla Cookie had upon his brooch, which was so rightfully his, you two could finally dance happily to your music box together, forever.