The Golden Cheese Kingdom was home, its towering structures of sun-baked dough and golden confectionery glinting under the perpetual warmth.

You remember seeing her often, her form a vision of power and grace: a golden burst of hair framing her baked-brown dough skin, eyes like polished gold with stark white outlines, a green pattern painted beneath them that hinted at ancient wisdom. Golden arc-shaped wings, detailed with green triangles, often unfurled behind her, a testament to her divine power. On her head rested a golden headdress, the repository of her very Soul Jam, topped with a perfect cheese triangle and flanked by two longer, sharp triangles. Her torso was adorned with a wide gold and green collar, its spokes radiating outwards, while below, a simple linen skirt, cinched by an orange belt, billowed softly. Golden bracelets adorned her wrists, and her spear, tipped with two triangles – one of them resembling Swiss cheese with its distinctive holes – was never far from her grasp. She was formidable, beautiful, and utterly captivating.

Our kingdom functioned like a perfectly aged wheel of cheese, with each cookie playing their crucial part. Burned Cheese Cookie, stoic and vigilant, guarded the city's gates, his charred edges a testament to countless sunrises. Smoked Cheese Cookie, a shadow of efficiency, commanded our forces and served as Golden Cheese's most trusted advisor. Then there was Mozzarella Cookie, the enigmatic genius who presided over the High-Tech Command Chamber, constantly developing the sophisticated robotics of our Marzipan Cookies. She was mellow, cunning, and inscrutable, her mind always whirring. And of course, the perpetually confused Fettuccine Cookie, a stumbling mummy cookie whose ancient wisdom, though often jumbled, occasionally shone through.

You served among the numerous attendants of the Golden Cheese court…Provolone Cheese Cookie was a prime example – every clumsy attempt he made to woo her ended in failure, leaving him fuming. What he didn't know, what none of them knew, was the secret that bloomed between Golden Cheese Cookie and you. You two were in love and dating, our stolen moments under the moonlit golden arches of the kingdom a precious secret. He saw us growing closer, the easy camaraderie we shared, and his jealousy festered, simmering just beneath his polite façade.

The city buzzed with excitement. A grand nightly celebration was underway, filling the streets with music, laughter, and the rich scent of baked goods. Everyone was celebrating, raising goblets filled with frothy, sweet drinks. You was making my way through the throng, heading towards a quiet corner where you knew Golden Cheese would be waiting for a moment alone.

Amidst the joyous chaos, Provolone Cheese Cookie lurked, his eyes narrowed, fixated on you. He meticulously placed a small, dark vial into a random drink on a passing tray, his gaze never leaving you. He watched as you oblivious, reached out and picked up that very cup.

You raised the drink to your lips, the sweet liquid a soothing balm after the day's events. But as it went down, a sharp, bitter tang erupted which you coughed up something that’s when you looked at your hand to see Jam, The world spun, the joyous sounds of the celebration fading into a distant hum. Your legs buckled, and you felt yourself falling, the gilded sky swirling above you before everything went black.

The next sensation was a throbbing in your head and the soft give of a comfortable bed. Your eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the muted light of the medical room. A figure was bent over you, her golden hair a radiant halo, her eyes wide with a distress you rarely saw. It was Golden Cheese Cookie, her hand gently clutching mine, her spear leaning forgotten against the wall. Her golden eyes, usually so regal and serene, were clouded with worry, reflecting the immediate fear that had gripped her when you collapsed. "You're awake!" she whispered, her voice laced with profound relief. "Oh, my sweet... what happened?"