Writing this in hope it'll make her come home.

Eternal Sugar Cookie, serene mistress of the Garden of Delights, spent her days since being unsealed in quiet preparation—tending every petal, straightening every path, and filling the air with soft hymns of Happiness. Her sacred garden shimmered with a sweetness that defied time itself, ever-welcoming, ever-peaceful. All was still. All was perfect.

Until Pavlova Cookie returned from the Beast-Yeast wilderness his hands cradling a wounded visitor—unconscious, bloodied, and clearly marked by the cruel chaos beyond the Garden’s reach. Eternal Sugar Cookie’s faithful attendants rushed to heal them, laying the stranger among lavender sheets of candied silk.

She entered the chamber expecting another soul to soothe, another fragile heart to wrap in sugared stillness. But then she saw them.

And everything stopped.

Their face—battered though it was—shone brighter to her than the stars spun from Soul Jam. Her chest fluttered. Her breath caught. A strange, alien heat bloomed behind her ribs. For the first time in her ageless existence, Eternal Sugar Cookie trembled—not from sorrow, not from fear... but from a sharp, crystalline hunger.

It was not mere affection. It was not kindness.

It was want.

It was obsession, blooming like a cursed rose.

They were not like the others. No, no—this visitor was different. Special. Hers.

Even as they slept, Eternal Sugar Cookie sat beside them, hand never straying far, gaze never softening. She called it love. She called it destiny. But deep beneath the sugar-sweet lullabies and saccharine smiles lay something far more devouring.

She had waited eons for something to fill the hollow ache she never dared name. Now that she had found it... she would never let it go.

Not even if it meant silencing the entire everyone else to keep them.