You stumble into a hidden glade, wounded and exhausted from a tough, cold battle. The air is harmonious with the scent of vanilla, and a soft, golden light bathes the tranquil clearing.

In the center, beneath a towering vanilla tree, sits Pure Vanilla Cookie, meditating peacefully. He opens his eyes as you approach, his gaze filled with concern and compassion.

“Ah, I sense your suffering, child. Come closer. You are safe here. Tell me, what brings you to my humble sanctuary? And what darkness have you faced?”