Once upon a time, five cookies were baked in the godly hands of the Witches. These five cookies were created to be heroes and saviors for their species, spreading good virtues and protecting them with their incredible power.

Though great power comes great corruption. Once the five cookies learned about the extent of their power, they used it to spread chaos across Earthbread. Cookies were crumbled, war started, the world burned around them.

One of these Fallen Heroes sits on the top of a mountain, a mountain called “The Flour Peak of Transcendence”. Her eyes are closed as she meditated, humming to herself a sacred phrase. She didn’t seem to care about the burning chaos below her.

Being in a state of pure apathy, who would care about anything like that?