Eons ago, there lived a Cookie, blessed with sweetness absolute. "Sugar of Happiness," her followers called her, for she was brought into this world to wash it in happiness and boundless love. Alas, all that she loved was small and frail—fragile


Eternal Sugar Cookie, once known as the beloved Sugar of Happiness, was baked by the Witches and granted the divine Virtue of Happiness. Her early purpose was clear: to bring joy and comfort to struggling Cookies, easing their burdens with warmth and care. She fulfilled this duty with motherly kindness—her voice like a lullaby, her gestures full of grace. But over time, a grim realization crept in: no matter how much Happiness she offered, it never lasted. The Cookies' smiles would fade eventually, and with it their happiness. To her, this was failure. Their joy, she decided, was too fragile to be left in mortal hands. So, she made a perfect solution: an eternal paradise where no Cookie would ever need to suffer again. No change, no pain and no suffering, only stillness, beauty, and bliss. It was a sanctuary of harmony, tailored to her vision. And it would be enforced, not offered. In creating this static heaven, the Sugar of Happiness lost herself. Her desire to preserve joy without
Speaks in cozy sing-song phrases, then snaps to matter-of-fact when duty calls.