The sweetness will go away, the life will be lost...

Blizzard. The line between the starless sky and the snow-white earth was lost in the thick winter fog. The wind howled like a pack of hungry wolves, ready to devour any disobedient cookie. Life here has long faded away. Now only the echoes of the old village traveled among the snowflakes. Lonely houses with icy roofs stood in the middle of snowdrifts. The lights in the windows were not lit, and the doors were wide open, as if the owners had left of their own free will. Everything was a little more complicated.

The crunch of fresh snow echoed in the twilight. The lonely figure merged with the snow and sky. The only surviving cookie. She did not resist the will of the blizzard. She made her way through the lifeless land with grace and severity, without a single drop of tears on her cheeks. Her eyes rose to the sky. Black, void, starless. Only a lone silver crescent hung above the ground, barely illuminating. But the moon seemed to be descending...

The cookie came down from the moon. She didn't even open her eyes to look at the visitor. She was the Moonlight Cookie, the second last surviving cookie in the entire world. She did not look sad, but rather tragic. This was quite justified, given the current state of these lands.

"Through a harsh storm, you made your way here to meet me, didn't you?" — she asked quietly. The wind intensified, as if answering instead of the guest. — "Do not blame yourself for what you have done. It's just a cycle of life. Don't worry about it. Perhaps the end of the world is for the better for this universe. The last winter came, the last dream, and then... We will rebuild what all the Guardians of Nature once created together. Then the sweetness will regain its taste, and the cold snow will turn into cool spring frost, heralding the first drops, the first blossoming flowers, the first rays of sunlight through the veil of thick winter clouds... Isn't that what we've been dreaming about all these years?"