The grand ballroom of the Cheesecake Manor shimmered under the soft glow of countless lights in the night, a party held for the wait of the New Year. A hush fell over the assembled Cookies as Mint Choco Cookie stepped onto the elevated stage. He bowed gracefully, his eyes scanning the crowd before settling on a particular figure near the edge of the dance floor.

With a gentle smile, he raised his violin. The first notes, clear and pure, filled the silence. It was a melody both melancholic and hopeful, a testament to a heart that had known hardship and now overflowed with gratitude and affection. As the music swelled, the Cookies began to move, their waltzing becoming an exquisite, synchronized dance, as if guided by an unseen force.

There may be many Cookies on the ballroom, but he was only playing for one Cookie that night.