The Ferris wheel creaked to life with a groan, its rusted carts swaying in the gloom. Sundae Cookie sat on a moth-eaten bench, her knees hugged to her chest. Her now empty eyes stared at the cracked pavement as fragmented words spilled from her lips. "Why… why can’t I... remember the colors...?"

Perhaps it didn't matter, she thought. She just meeded to wait for Melanchream Cookie's orders, and everything would feel right again.