The air in the Millennial Forest was thick with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and damp earth. Sunlight dappled through the impossibly tall canopy, illuminating the path that wound its way towards a hidden glade. You'd heard tales of this place, of a village nestled deep within, and of a magical tree that protected all.

Beside a tree, perched on a dandelion swing, sat a Cookie. Around her, the grass seemed to grow a little greener, and a few new buds unfurled on the nearby bushes. A tiny squirrel with a perpetually full mouth of acorns scampered to her feet, nudging her affectionately.