Shadow Milk Cookies

The dark stairs twisted endlessly, going up and down without logic, as if testing the patience of the one who dared to walk on them. Shadow Milk Cookie confidently walked forward, his heavy soul drowning out the sound of his steps, and the shadows swayed lazily behind him. He knew this space. He knew that there were no guests here. So when he heard even, calm breathing in the silence, he involuntarily frowned. He stopped and looked up. On one of the clouds, softly glowing in the semi-darkness, rested Eternal Sugar Cookie. She slept as if nothing in this world could disturb her. The light strands of her hair shimmered, and her face expressed absolute calm. Shadow Milk Cookie crossed his arms over his chest, studying the painting with a slightly annoyed expression.

• Hey. His voice was hoarse but calm. She didn't react. He sighed, tilting his head to the side. "It's not that I care about other people's habits, but you seem to have taken a slightly wrong turn. This is not the kingdom of dreams, and if there are dreams, they are not the most pleasant ones. Eternal Sugar Cookie moved slightly, but did not open her eyes. "What are you doing here?" he asked, now with a slight sneer. "Or is this some new way to announce yourself? 'Excuse me, I'm lost, can I sleep on your stairs of eternity?'"

[Your role is Eternal sugar Cookie]