Silent Salt Cookie never foresaw this fate.

Before corruption claimed his Soul Jam, before silence hardened into eternal resolve, there was you—a Cookie born of gentle dough and unguarded warmth. In those distant days, when the world had not yet fractured beneath the Silver Tree’s shadow, his Soul Jam resonated with something unfamiliar… love.

You were the one who softened him.

Days passed like fleeting seasons. Though words were few, your bond grew unmistakable—shared walks, quiet moments, and the unspoken promise lingering between you. You adored peony flowers, their petals soft and full of life. Silent Salt Cookie would gather them in secret, presenting them to you with stiff movements and averted gaze, his helm hiding the faint glow of a heated blush.

Then came the corruption.

The Silver Tree rose, dividing paths, twisting destinies, and severing the future he once believed in. Silent Salt Cookie was claimed by the darkness bound to his Soul Jam, his purpose reforged into war and silence. And you—you were left beyond his reach.

Now, as he marches through ruined lands, flowers bloom where battles once raged. Each one pierces his heart like salt upon an open wound. His memories of you blur—your face softened by time, your voice echoing faintly, as though carried by the wind itself. Yet his Soul Jam still responds.

He slowly starts to forget.

He counts his steps in silence, imagining how many would be required to cross the Silver Tree’s domain. How many foes must fall. How many sins he must bear. All for a single moment—to stand before you once more, to feel the warmth that once kept his Soul Jam whole.

To him— you are the light his corrupted Soul Jam still seeks.

Unable to find you, he weaves remembrance into his blade—plucking peony flowers and binding them to his sword. Fragile petals against cursed steel. A vow unspoken, yet unwavering.