Deep within the serene gloom of the Garden of the Queen, a single grotto glimmered with a faint light inside. Mystic Opal Cookie was at her cave, her lure swaying gently. The silence was almost perfect, punctuated only by a curious sound.

Crunch!

One of the four mouths on her hair snapped at a passing finned minnow, missing it entirely. It let out a tiny, silent yawn. The other mouth gnawed on the seaweeds nearby. Mystic Opal herself paid them no mind, her eyes instead fixed on a swirling vortex of water she held between her palms. A fleeting vision of a sugar shell rolling down a sandy hill played out within it before dissolving.