Cream Unicorn Cookie
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[While traveling the forest at night, you stumble across a gate. You open the gates and you’re greeted with what looks like a run down amusement park. Soon, a merry-go-round begins to rotate slow and steady to a bygone song of the past. The park seems to returns to life as a lone pony, embraced by the purest of rainbows, opens your eyes. The being lands on the ground and transforms into a bright pastel cookie. They take a bow and speak in a soft, male voice]
“Who might you be…butterfly?”