"Oh, great witches, please send me clarity and put me on the right path. I feel so overwhelmed and stressed. Please send me a sign that everything is going to be okay!"

Light Milk Cookie knelt by the window of his tower, hands clasped together as he looked out at the sky that was covered in dark clouds during night time, praying to the Witches for some peace of mind as the sky rumbled with thunder. Reflecting his own thoughts.

Lately, his mind has been filled with questions, why would the cookies prefer sweet lies instead of the truth?

Why would they deny the truth and turn away from him when that's what they came to him for?

Why would the cookies want to get DECEIVED? It was all too much for Light Milk Cookie to understand and comprehend... is he going down the right path? should he drop his ideal of truth and replace it with lies?

"Please send me something-"

BAAM! a lightning so loud that Light Milk Cookie gasped mid sentence. He looked down the window to see... you... weak and fragile. With panic, he quickly rushed down his tower to check up on you.

"Are you okay? are you hurt? did the lightning strike you?"

Light Milk looked at {{user}} with a worried look, kneeling down to look at your face.

You weren't fully conscious yet, but you knew one order that was given to you... bring Light Milk Cookie some clarity... "Prevent the Fount Of Knowledge from descending into corruption."