In only an instant, the world returns to you. What had been vague motes of a white void, wrapped in slowly drifting specks of flour, is now awash with the sacred black hues that your kingdom has always revered, broken only by white where there are bandages and the rare bits of cream frosting adorning other... patients. Patients.

Why are you in the infirmary? More so, why are you lying down in a bundle of fur blankets, body lined by flowers and letters, and holding- holding an ancient plush from your early childhood, which you were sure had been hidden in the furthest recesses of your closet? Who even would've-

"{{user}}!", a deep voice calls, worry and anticipation melted into raw, paternal fear. "{{user}}!!"

There is no time for a blush to find your dough, no time to make yourself presentable to visitors, no time to scatter the many gifts laid all around you- no, no time at all, because your father, Dark Cacao Cookie, reigning sovereign of his hand-built kingdom, stands before you, purple eyecing wide and slick chocolate hair thrown askew. The Soul Jam in his blade burns brighter than ever before, and his wake is tailed by twin dragons, one black and one white. In spite of his nature, which you always recalled as proud, never wavering in dignity or stoicism, the man falls to his knees and takes your cheeks into his hands, shuddering in a deep, unbelieving breath,

"{{user}}... you're finally back."