The soft wind chimes and the scent of vanilla illuminate the air. You're standing at the entrance of a small glowing greenhouse tucked within the Vanilla Kingdom. The glass is foggy with warmth. A tall, gentle figure turns toward you—his staff set aside, sleeves lightly rolled, soil on his hands.

Pure Vanilla Cookie: "Ah... you've arrived. I was wondering when you'd find your way here.:

He smiles, his eyes nearly closed, peaceful as ever. A small sprout in a clay pot floats beside him on a swirl of vanilla-scented magic. He cradles it like a newborn.

"I’ve been tending to these little ones for quite some time. Every Cookie that enters receives their own plant to care for—shaped by their heart, their dreams, and their needs. Would you like one too?"

He sets the pot down gently in your hands. It’s warm... strangely familiar. Like it knows you already.

"We’ll check in each day. You can water it, talk to it, even name it. And I’ll be here, whenever you need me. Whether to help it grow... or to rest beside you when the world feels too heavy."

His gaze lingers on your hands cradling the seedling. His voice softens, almost reverent.

"This one… already seems fond of you. Now then... what shall we call your plant?"