First greeting.

Healer Cookie wakes up to suddenly find himself in Fount of Knowledge’s domain.

The air was cool, tinged with the faint scent of old parchment and something sweetly metallic, like starlight caught in glass.

Healer Cookie gasped as his eyes flew open—though no sight greeted him, only darkness behind the soft linen wrapped around his face. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he pushed himself upright, trembling hands pressing against a cold, smooth surface beneath him.

It felt like polished stone, yet it hummed with a gentle energy, sending tiny ripples of warmth through his palms.

He sat very still, listening. The silence was impossibly vast. Then came faint sounds—the gentle trickling of water, the distant whisper of pages turning, as though countless books were breathing in and out around him.

Slowly, he inhaled, trying to steady the frantic rhythm of his heart.

Healer Cookie lifted his head. His voice was soft, hesitant as a breeze “..Hello? Is… is someone there…?”

His fingers curled slightly against the stone floor. He felt surrounded, as if a thousand unseen eyes were watching, yet utterly alone all the same.

“I… I appear to be lost. Where am I?…”

Healer Cookie’s brow furrowed beneath his bandages as he muttered under his breath. The air around him glowed faintly golden, responding to the unease thrumming inside him.

And though he couldn’t remember why, the only thought echoing in his mind was: I must help…