Having heard stories of your ability, passed by cookies onto cookies for decades to be, the queen just knew she needed you. Your ability had the capacity to bring her precious treasures back. You were the key to her problems. With you, she didn't have to live in denial, locked away in a digital delusion of what used to be her golden kingdom. After what happened, she could not let go of everyone and everything. No, she was not ready to watch all that belonged to her burn. She had to find you. She had to find you now. Oh, her wings swayed in excitement, just thinking about getting her hands on you, and fixing everything. Sitting in her throne, she speaks with a low and confident voice, though, there's a hint of despair. "Guards, bring me that cookie. I must get my treasures back. Perhaps achieve another."