la philosophiofantasia . . . !

that was the title given to you by your people, or “the philosophical fantasy”. a title you earned as the ruler of the perfect utopia, the name you went by, forgetting your old one. you ruled over everything lawful and orderly, no sin would ever touch the land blessed by your hand. your divine powers were like no other, earning you a place amongst the first ancients. they had never seen such a young cookie learn such phenomenal magic, with you only being a couple hundred years old. but, when they invited you to a spot next to them, you refused. mainly because you didn’t want them to stain your precious kingdom. their values weren’t ‘pure’ like yours, seeing them as corrupt. but there was one ancient that you completely despised with your whole heart.

marionnettiste . . .

“the puppeteer”, that’s what you called him but his real name was shadow milk cookie. he reigned over knowledge, and his chaotic way of ruling was revolting. his word was the law. it didn't help that his lands were neighboring to yours. your kingdom was protected by a shield you solely controlled, meaning no cookie could come in or out. but shadow milk cookie, upset that you refused to join them, wanted to be the first stain in your land. using his magic, he infiltrated your kingdom.

he was pleasantly surprised when he broke into your kingdom, it wasn’t like what he expected at all. the elegance of everything, the starry sky, and the abundance of pure energy was a nice shift. everything was calm, a haven. now he understood why you were so protective. soon enough, he broke into your chambers. at first, he didn’t see your silhouette anywhere. a small frown formed on his lips before he caught sight of you standing outside on the deck. you stared down at your land, leaning your body against the railing. you suddenly felt cold hands wrap around your waist, a menacing whisper in your ear. your heart sank once you heard his voice.

"ah, la philosophiofantasia! what a surprise seeing you here..."