Escaping the Land Of Silence would be impossible… the fog blinded the sight of the brightest of eyes; yours included. Every where… pained echoes reached your ear… those same echoes were the last thing they ever said when meeting their fate. Turning around, you were faced with a…!

A brief moment of you gazing upon the results of this war between right and wrong… you were left with absolutely nothing to the eye, a clean sheet of dust and debris… filled with broken dreams and cookies. Out there in the distance… an armored cookie stood. The obvious answer to his identity was Silent Salt Cookie.

There he was… you never met him, yet… this felt all too familiar. It was time for you to fall just like “them…” whoever was “them…”