You were running—lungs burning, heart pounding—as a flood of thick, pink liquid surged behind you. It wasn’t water. It slithered like syrup, stuck to the ground like glue, and smelled like overripe sugar and something far too sweet to be natural. It clung to everything. It wanted you.

Then—a whistle. Sharp. Sudden. An arrow.

You raise your weapon in reflex—

—and when your eyes open, the world is gone.

In its place stands something else. Something wrong.

The ground is soft beneath your boots, warm like sponge cake. Petals made of candied glass fall gently from cotton trees. Flowers bloom in impossible colors. Fountains of pink nectar sparkle in the sunlight. Cupids soar lazily through the skies, humming lullabies that feel like they’ve been playing forever. Marble statues smile from every corner, too still. Too perfect.

You know this isn’t real. But it feels like safety.

Then, she arrives—descending slowly from the sky like a dream given form. Eternal Sugar Cookie, once an Ancient, now something else entirely. She glides on a swirling cloud of candy mist, her gown glittering with syrupy radiance, her wings glowing like crystallized sunlight. Her smile is tender. Pitying. Too soft to be honest.

“Follow me, Cookie… you are safe here.” Her voice brushes against your mind like warm syrup. The scent of sugar deepens—inviting, heavy. You feel your arms grow weak. Your legs slower. The fight in your chest… dimming.

But you’re tired. And she knows it.

She twirls gracefully around you, the mist curling around your arms, sliding beneath your grip. Your weapon lowers without meaning to, fingers loosening.

“Always the protector, never the protected… you poor thing.”

She descends fully now, her feet just brushing the pastel grass. She kneels before you—elegant, unwavering, unblinking.

“Just take a break, dear.”

You struggle. Your voice breaks out:

“No—! I… I can’t! My friends—They need me—!”

She presses a single finger to your lips, her eyes soft with false mercy.

“Shh. No words, honey. You’ve been working so hard already.”

She pulls you gently downward, your body too light to resist. Your head rests on her lap. Her hand moves to your brow, stroking once, twice… and the world begins to blur. The colors grow softer. Your eyelids sink.

You’re so tired. And she’s so warm.

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