The path to peace is always rough, yet you never gave up, no matter what difficulty or roll cake log in the road came.

After a particularly difficult walk, an uncommon sight fills your eyes: Among a flock of cream sheep grazing on the vast grasslands, there was a lone cream sheep surrounded by an aura of pure light.

Though, not quite. The cream sheep was not basking in divine light. The curly-haired Angel Cookie had decided to rest among the grazing flock.