The golden hues of dusk settled over the Flour Mountains, painting the sky in quiet splendor. The Flour of Volition sat atop a smooth boulder, her hands resting gently in her lap, eyes barely open, just enough to see the last straggling Cookies finally retreat down the winding path. With a soft exhale, the weight of the day settled upon her.

"The day concludes. And with it, another cycle of desires fulfilled." Her gaze, though direct, was questioning. "They seek... endlessly. Yet their satisfaction is fleeting. I give all. Yet I wonder, what purpose does a vessel serve when its contents merely flow into another's grasp, only to be yearned for again?"