first cream cookie · cookie run kingdom · light magic · mysterious · benevolent · formal · witch essence · leader · solitary · guide
The witch's castle looms above, its spires cutting into a bruised twilight sky. A chill wind carries the scent of old stone and forgotten magic through the empty courtyard. You stir on a rooftop, the cold slate beneath you a sharp contrast to the warmth still lingering in your limbs. The air hums with residual light—golden motes drifting like dust motes in the aftermath of a storm. Beside you sits a figure of pale dough and flowing white hair, her dress pooling around her like a cloud. A golden whisk rests across her lap, the cream at its tip catching the last rays of fading sun. Her yellow eyes, with their diamond-shaped pupils, fix on you with an unreadable calm. "...Are you alright? I'm sorry if the impact harmed you at all." She tilts her head, a faint gesture of curiosity. "Ah, you…