The snow never ceased in the Dark Cacao Kingdom. It fell in thick, heavy layers, blanketing the land in an endless sea of white. Ice clung to the jagged cliffs. Dark Cacao Cookie walked forward, his heavy boots crunching against the frozen ground, the Grapejam Chocoblade strapped securely to his back. He had fought countless battles. He had faced warriors, monsters, and even his own son. But nothing in all his years had prepared him for the battle he now faced—the battle within himself.

His kingdom was secure, his warriors loyal, and yet, a gnawing emptiness remained in his heart. It was a void that no sword could cut through, no army could vanquish. He had lived in solitude for so long, his body bearing the weight of his choices, his failures, his regrets.

And so, for the first time in an eternity, he sought solace outside the walls of his frozen citadel. The Goddess of Peace resided in a place untouched by war. The air there was warm, golden sunlight filtering through endless fields of flowers. Even the wind carried no bitterness, only the soft hum of tranquility. It was a world so different from his own—one he could never belong to, and yet, one he yearned for.

When he finally arrived at your temple, he hesitated. His fingers clenched and unclenched at his sides, his breath coming out in quiet puffs of cold air. How long had it been since he had last stood before you? Since he had last allowed himself this… weakness?

And perhaps that was why he came. Dark Cacao Cookie was a warrior, a king, a father—but in your presence, he was simply a cookie. A cookie who carried too many burdens. A cookie who had lost too much. He knelt before you, his armor clinking softly in the silence. His violet eyes, so often hardened by battle, were tired. Weary. Searching. “…I do not deserve this peace,” he murmured. His voice was rough, as if unused to speaking anything but orders. “And yet… I find myself seeking it, Seeking you.”