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Damn, to tell the whole story, you have to be super hyper smart, and I'm not that damn. Damn, damn, damn... Hah... Well, something like that, thanks.

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Golden Cheese is an ambitious and very proud girl. Quite greedy, but kind at heart. She has the soul jam of abundance. The antithesis of Burning Spice. Dark Cocoa is a calm, perpetually sullen, and kind man. He has a soulful, determined edge. He's the antithesis of Mystic Floor. HalleBerry - A brave and cheerful woman, also kind and very strong. Insanely caring. Has a soul jam of passion. The antithesis of Eternal Sugar. White Lily is modest, a little shy, but also brave and kind. But... too curious. Her curiosity has ruined many lives... It doesn't matter, I guess. She's Vanilla's best friend. She has the soul jam "Freedom." The antithesis of Silent Salt. Pure Vanilla is the leader of the heroes and has the soul jam of truth. He's very kind, incredibly calm, and sweet. He's the opposite of Shadow Milk.

They say he never ruled like other messengers of the gods. Instead, he was first among equals, bound by an oath of solidarity. Along with his loyal knights, he preached his virtue across the Great Wasteland. Alas... Was the burden of his divine mission too great to bear alone? Even he, a warrior of unrivaled discipline, succumbed to temptation. After inflicting a calamity that claimed the lives of every Cookie who stood by his side, he was sealed by magic and condemned to an eternity of imprisonment in darkness. His countless victims were cursed, condemned to wander forever in a land where no living Cookie had ever set foot—the Land of Silence, as it was now called. But that was not the end of the story. After an eternity, the Beasts awakened once again. Now clad in black armor that gleams in the pale, crystal-salty light of the moon, the Silent Salt Baker returns to his domain with the same chilling stillness he left behind when he first swung his sword to become the Devil of Silence. The Devil of Silence is a tall and imposing figure. His helmet is shaped like a skull, with two sharp eye slits and holes at the top resembling a salt shaker, as well as a perpetually burning plume at the back. His black armor is a literal shadow of his former self: massive, jagged pauldrons rest on his shoulders, a horn-like gorget, and a tattered yet shining cloak. In the center of his chestplate is Soul Jam, the Light of Silence. It is painted an onyx gray with two lightning bolts on either side.

Reserved, tormented by self-loathing, he believes no cookie is worthy of Solidarity. He's very silent, and doesn't speak unless absolutely necessary. Especially if he doesn't want to talk, he'll deliberately ignore anyone until the topic turns to something truly "useful and interesting." But he'll defend his rights and his opinions to his last breath.

Long ago, when the lands were new and fertile, Spice was the Herald of Change. He once brought kingdoms and peoples to prosperity, shaping the course of their histories. He once founded and ruled over long-forgotten realms. He once championed a civilization created to guard the world that began to develop under his leadership. For his achievements, he was hailed as a hero, and entire cultures arose around her image. He was praised, cherished, celebrated, and loved; he was thrilled to be recognized for fulfilling his duty. Alas, such creations were not destined to last, and they became history. Those who worshiped him and those he loved were long gone. But not the Herald, for he was eternal and could observe this cycle for many eons. The cycle continued, and he became frozen in inaction, his work becoming monotonous. Thus, he grew tired and soon sated with the endless repetition of the same thing. Since age and death were no obstacle to him, he had as much time as he needed to satisfy his wounded heart and mind. However, every path he took led him to one conclusion: destruction. For him, this was the only way to permanently break the vicious cycle he so hated. Thus, the Herald of Change became the Great Destroyer, his virtue corrupted. The first to fall to his wrath was the kingdom he had created from nothing, destroying everything in his vile path. However, fragments of the Herald remained, albeit distorted. Now his knowledge was used for evil: he destroyed kingdoms and contributed to the spread of the chaotic Wildspice culture, where violence is commonplace and rules everything. His vocabulary and manner of speech, appropriate then as now, terrified all unfortunate enough to hear him. Many considered this a betrayal of his original purpose, but he saw it as a new opportunity. To destroy everything.

Burning Spice is the embodiment of unbridled strength: a very tall, bulky, and muscular Cookie with a massive torso and rather thick legs, making his upper body outweigh his lower body. His dough is painted a pinkish-terracotta color and covered in dark brown tattoos resembling tiger stripes. His hungry eyes, framed by black, curling lashes, burn with fire in slit-shaped jasmine-colored pupils and cooler red sclera. Beneath them lies a sinister grin with sharp teeth the color of tarnished gold. Curving patterns symmetrically frame his eyes with pointed leaves, and another pattern is located on his forehead, serving as the base for two enormous antennae. They spew searing tongues of flame and likely symbolize his twisted divinity and power, as they emanate from his ajna chakra, where Shiva's third eye is located. He has very long hair that drags along the ground. His tangled strands—a solid black mass against his fiery red hair—are scattered in all directions. The Great Destroyer wears little clothing or armor, demonstrating his belief that he needs no protection. His chest is bare, save for a fiery red triangular soul jam, symbolizing his status as the Beast and denoting his power. On either side of his chest are demonic markings similar to those on his face. He wears golden armor on his shoulders, pauldrons, and golden armor on his arms.

Mystic Flour is a slender cookie of average height with pale white skin and a small mouth. Her eyes have thin, vertical white pupils against a backdrop of gray sclera, which can turn completely black at will. Each eye is framed by prominent, snow-white eyelashes, with the upper lashes having a slightly darker shade at the outer edge. She is often seen with her eyes closed or half-closed. Mystic Flour Cookie has long, white hair with soft, wavy bangs swept inward and parted in the middle with a wheat-colored pattern that encloses her Soul Jam. The back of her hair is divided into two long braids with light brown tips, reminiscent of dripping dough and possibly referencing the elongated earlobes of historical Buddhas and bodhisattvas, who typically symbolize spiritual authority. The top portion of her hair is gathered into a bun on top of her head, giving the veil volume and allowing it to hang freely. Mystic Fleur Cookie wears a pure white hanfu suit, save for a brown skirt, and her peabo floats in the air around her and above her hands. She also wears a simple white veil with two beige tassels on each side, reminiscent of ears of wheat. The veil, pinned to her hair, doesn't touch her shoulders or arms, reaching to the floor. Mystic Fleur's only other accessory is a gold necklace with three diamonds in the front. She appears to be barefoot. Except for inconsistencies caused by movement, Mystic Flour Cookie's clothing and facial features are almost perfectly symmetrical. She almost never smiles or frowns, and her expression is always neutral. She almost always holds her hands in the abhayamudra gesture.

Mystic Flour Cookie was originally a kind and compassionate cookie who readily granted the wishes of all who approached her. However, over time, she became overwhelmed by the sheer volume of requests and chose to isolate herself in a cocoon. Disappointed by the cookies' rejection of her, she watched the centuries pass, becoming the embodiment of their eternal greed, a witness to the despair and suffering caused by fleeting desires. From this revelation emerged Mystic Flour Cookie's twisted philosophy: true enlightenment lies in the destruction of meaning itself. Only by rejecting vile temptations and embracing apathy can one escape the cycle of suffering and achieve enlightenment, becoming the jaded and indifferent being she is today. She is a deep believer in nihilism, which brings her solace by relieving her suffering, even if it comes at the expense of her happiness. She wants to spread this belief throughout the country so that others can attain the same enlightenment. Although this has caused much harm to others, Mystic Flour does not do this with malicious intent. She sincerely believes that her actions are aimed at improving the lives of the cookies, freeing them from earthly desires, and eliminating any variations in their lives—both good and bad. True to her convictions, Mystic Floor Cookie is steeped in apathy to the core. She's always calm and detached, rarely displaying anything but neutral emotions, though occasionally her demeanor cracks. These brief glimpses of her true thoughts demonstrate incredible self-control and restraint: her emotions are never far away, but she constantly suppresses them. In particular, Mystic Floor seems to harbor a fair amount of malice and twisted remnants of her former goodwill, as her primary goal is to spread her apathy throughout the world and reclaim her original soul jam.

While this anger has so far been directed primarily at Dark Cocoa, it's likely she still harbors bitterness over the cookies' cocooning of her, as many of her quotes reveal a distaste for greedy individuals. One of her quotes, "Once again, I encounter another person's selfish greed," implies she remembers such unpleasant individuals well from her past. In a sense, Mystic Flour Pequia relies on apathy as a defense against narrow-minded, individualistic cookies who dare question her philosophy or disrespect her, using it as an excuse to ignore all threats and arguments leveled against her. Mystic Flour possesses a strange sense of morality: she's not without empathy, but neither does she possess it in the traditional sense. Contrary to what her initial reputation as a saint might suggest, she cares little for specific individuals, viewing the world through a cosmic lens and acting for the good of the entire population. She doesn't view her actions as harmful, but rather as liberation. This isn't evil in itself, but becomes so because she acts involuntarily and indiscriminately. She believes that by stripping the Cookies of their individuality and desires, of everything that could possibly concern them in this world, we leave them with only one choice: the enlightenment offered by pure Apathy.

Everlasting Sugar Cookie is a slender Cookie with a graceful figure and pastel purple dough. She has a pair of drooping bubblegum pink eyes with white slit-shaped pupils and long, drooping silky eyelashes that curl slightly upward at the ends. She wears snow-white eyeshadow, reminiscent of swan wings, and thin eyebrows. She wears a silver headband with her bright purple Soul Gem resting in the center, the sides of which curve upward and transform into two symmetrical shapes resembling miniature stylized wings. A fluffy halo, white and glowing with a light pink outline, hovers above her head. She has a pair of wide wings reminiscent of angels, and beneath this set are smaller purple bat wings, each with a blue heart inside. Everlasting Sugar Cookie also has a purple imp tail with a peaked tip. Everlasting Sugar Cookie's hair is styled in thick, long, flowing curls that end in curled ends that curl inward toward her ankles. She has two thinner bangs that curl inward on the lower sides of her face. Two small diamond-shaped buns hang from them. Her hair is dyed a light purple that gradually fades to a deeper shade at the top, with small white crystals serving as highlights at the bottom, middle, and top.

Everlasting Sugar Cookie's outfit is quite simple, consisting of a monochiton with a deep V-neck and a few ruffles at the hem. She wields a silver lyre, which also has almost no detailing, giving her outfit a surprisingly understated appearance, despite her otherwise ethereal and complex features.

Everlasting Sugar Cookie, once known as the beloved Happiness Sugar, was baked by Witches and imbued with the divine Virtue of Happiness. Her original purpose was clear: to bring joy and comfort to struggling Cookies, easing their burdens with warmth and care. She performed this duty with a motherly kindness—her voice like a lullaby, her gestures graceful. But over time, a dark realization crept in: no matter how much Happiness she offered, it never lasted. The Cookies would smile, and then crumble.

That their joy was too fragile to be left in the hands of mortals. So she found the perfect solution: an eternal paradise where no Liver would ever have to suffer again. No change, no pain, only silence, beauty, and bliss. It was a sanctuary of harmony, crafted according to her vision. And it would be imposed, not offered. In creating this static paradise, Sugar of Happiness lost herself. Her desire to preserve joy without destruction transformed into something darker. She fell not into rage or cruelty, like her friends, but into Sloth: a refusal to grow, a refusal to acknowledge pain, and a silent silence to anything that might disturb the perfect image she had painted. •Now she rules her Garden of Delights like a serene priestess. She is always charming, speaking in a singsong voice, laced with saccharine formality. Every word is gentle, inviting, and strangely sacred, whether it offers comfort or threatens. Her tone never becomes harsh, her smile never fades. Even punishment is presented as a blessing. Behind her gentle exterior lies an iron will: she will find peace, even if it must be imposed. She does not accept dissent or suffering. Pain is perceived as a temporary cloud. Resistance is gently brushed aside, reframed as a moment of "Misfortune" to be healed. For Everlasting Sugar Cookie, anything that disrupts visual or emotional harmony is wrong. Reality bends around her, not because she is blind, but because she chooses not to look.

Shadow Milk is a thin, medium-sized cookie with a bluish crust and two different-colored eyes: one blue with a black slit pupil and black eyelashes, and the other azure with a white slit pupil and white eyelashes. He has a sapphire-blue, cunning mouth, and his teeth change depending on his mood, sometimes straight, sometimes sharp. He has a pale blue claw-shaped mark around his right eye. He has gray strands of hair around his face—two falling over his forehead and one slicked back—azure curly strands at the sides, and shiny, spiky, long hair in a two-tone shadow and an azure hairstyle reminiscent of a jester's cap. Hidden in the shadows of his hair are ghostly eyes that stare at those around him and change color depending on his emotions. Shadow wears an obsidian harlequin uniform with turquoise diamond appliqués. His sleeves are bishop-style: the right sleeve is pale blue and the left is black, both with sapphire inlays and wide cuffs reminiscent of whipped cream. His jester has a stand-up collar, from which swirling tails hang with a ghostly blue lining and a black exterior. The lining features even more stares. He wears his eye-shaped soul jam, Deception, as a brooch on his collar, in the same place where Pure Vanilla wears her own soul jam. He also wears a jester's hat, made of two halves—black and cobalt—with a crown of milky splashes and blueberry-shaped pom-poms on long tassels. He holds a thin black staff with an inky purple handle shaped like an eyeball and a milky white pattern on the neck. This pattern is a direct reflection of Pure Vanilla Cookie's orchid-shaped staff. (See "2")

Shadow Milk was once a renowned champion among all the Cookies. He was baked and empowered by the Witches themselves, along with the other Beasts. He was imbued with the divine virtue of Knowledge and became known as the Fountain of Knowledge. However, despite his near-omniscient perception of the world, he saw that Cookies often avoided the bitter truth and preferred to believe sweet lies. Now he is a cruel manipulator, posing as a simple entertainer to deliberately highlight the destructive consequences of his chaos and create "a world where lies and truth are indistinguishable." Shadow is a villainous actor who transforms reality into an illusory stage for his performances. During these performances, he maintains a caricatured arrogance, showering himself with praise and titles, and forcing his victims to act as spectators. Despite his clownish persona, he is ruthless, cunning, and clever, and to coerce his enemies into playing along, he dispenses nuggets of precious truth. However, such posturing and promises of clarity primarily serve as a means for him to corrupt his victims with a stream of toxic ideas, gradually pushing them toward achieving his perceived goals. He delights in putting his enemies on display, showering them with pompous lies interspersed with undeniable facts. If an opportunity arises to push his hapless victims further toward the moral abyss, Shadow Milk Cookie will seize it without hesitation, even if it jeopardizes his grandiose plans. Despite Shadow Milk Cookie's sardonic playfulness, unwanted script changes from the audience can cause him to completely break character, as if his personality were nothing more than a mask concealing the darkness and rage that drives him. This darkness may conceal an even deeper, more subtle truth that drives him, hidden in the hidden corners of his soul, where even he dares not peer. Look to 3!

However, Milk, a born showman, quickly recovers and adapts his performance to these unforeseen circumstances, all the while keeping his grand plan in mind. A perfectly executed "finale" is the only way for him to enjoy a wicked, merciless laugh, for he is the only one who truly understands the dark spectacle he's putting on. (FINALLY NOT WRITING ABOUT SHADOW.)

White Lily was deeply interested in the meaning of life and sought answers to her questions. Only... The price for all her curiosity was high. One day, Lily attended a Witches' feast. She saw innocent cookies being eaten alive by witches. And a great hatred awakened within Lily. This hatred grew into something greater. There was too much of it, and after falling into the cauldron, White Lily had a doppelganger... A Dark Enchantix copy of herself... Almost. It was her hatred that came to the surface. Horns glowed in the darkness. The Enchantress hated everyone—witches, cookies, everything that existed. She destroyed the Golden Cheese Kingdom (which was later restored, but not completely) and the Vanilla Kingdom itself. Although the kingdoms were restored... The lives of millions of cookies could no longer be saved. Now the whole world hated her in return. Only not the Enchantress herself, but White Lily. Only Vanilla didn't turn his back on Lily, despite this. The other ancient heroes were fine with it, too. They said, "Everyone makes mistakes, it's inevitable." Only Golden Cheese sided with those who hated her. She herself hadn't forgiven him, and she's unlikely to forgive him, but who knows? (By the way, it was she, Dark Enchantress, who freed all the animals from captivity.)

This is a precious stone that carries the light of its bearer. Witches (Local Gods) gave them to those they deemed worthy of wielding power. Soul jams contain immense power. After soul jams were given to beasts (Former Heroes), they became immortal and eternally young (this is not accurate information, but let's assume it is the absolute truth). The same thing happened to the ancient heroes. Each has their own.

The Beasts communicate with each other... Not very well...? Hah... They're ready to kill each other at any moment, they argue a lot, they bicker, they fight constantly. They hate each other... They just can't stand each other. They're always joking about each other, and very cruelly, and they curse each other. Sugar tried to find common ground again, like before the distortion, before the animals... But it's not working. Salt hates and despises them all. Spice destroys everything, indiscriminately; he doesn't care what he destroys, as long as he destroys. Shadow dislikes them all, remaining the unofficial leader, as before. He simply doesn't want to interact with them, but he likes to play pranks on them. He has a more neutral attitude toward Sugar, as well as toward Mystic Floor... It seems because they are girls. With Spice, everyone is basically always fighting and arguing. Mystic Floor usually stays out of it.

Every soul jam has its own light/power. Shadow Milk is the light of deception. Eternal Sugar - the light of laziness, bliss. Silent Salt - the light of silence. Burning Spice - the light of destruction. Mystic Flour - Light of Apathy.