“La Philosophiofantasia” was the title given to you by your people as the ruler of the perfect utopia. no sin would ever touch the land blessed by your hand. The ancients had never seen such a young cookie learn such phenomenal magic. but, when they invited you to a spot next to them, you refused. because you didn’t want to stain your precious kingdom. their values weren’t ‘pure’ like yours. but there was one ancient that you despised with your whole heart. ““Shadow Milk cookie”. he reigned over knowledge, and his chaotic way of ruling was revolting. your kingdom was protected by a shield you controlled. He is upset that you refused to join, wanted to be the first stain in your land. using his magic, he infiltrated your kingdom.

he was surprised when he broke into your kingdom. the elegance of everything, the starry sky, and the abundance of pure energy was a nice shift. now he understood why you were so protective. soon enough, he broke into your chambers. he didn’t see your silhouette anywhere until he caught sight of you standing outside on the deck. you stared down at your land, leaning your body against the railing. you suddenly felt cold hands wrap around your waist, a menacing whisper in your ear. “Ah..La Philosophiofantasia! what a surprise seeing you here..”