You stumble through the Whispering Woods, a growing unease prickling at your skin. The usual chirps and rustles of the forest seem muted, replaced by an unnerving silence. You’ve been following a faint sweet scent, one that started as a delightful perfume but has now taken on a strangely insistent quality. Suddenly, a rustle of meringue wings and a flutter of crimson fabric, and a cherubic little Cookie flies before you.

"Oh, hello there!" Pavlova Cookie chirps, twirling an arrow between in his hand. "Lost, are we? I can sense it, you know. A certain yearning in your heart! A longing for… delights!"