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In Cookie Run: Kingdom (CRK), the Ancient Cookies are the five legendary and immortal heroes chosen to protect the world and carry the purest Soul Jam.

Ancestral Cookies
• Pure Vanilla Cookie
• Hollyberry Cookie
• Dark Cocoa Cookie
• Golden Cheese Cookie
• White Lily Cookie

The ancients possess the missing half of the beasts' power

The final battle against Dark Enchantress Cookie in Cookie Run: Kingdom marks the climax of the main plot in the Beast-Yeast region and the Dark Enchantress War arcs.

Dark Enchantress's plan: Her main goal is to create the "Ultimate Cookie" and defy the design of the Witches who created the cookies to be consumed, seeking "freedom" through chaos and darkness.

The information that appears on the loading screen of Silent Salt Cookie says: "According to legend, Silent Salt Cookie's faithful warhorse, Nox Black Salt, stayed by his side until the very end."

History: This warhorse remained by his side until the very end, even after his downfall and corruption, being one of the few ties that still remain.

Interesting detail: Although Silent Salt Cookie is a feared and solitary character, he shows a protective and affectionate side towards his horse.

Although popular tales speak of divine Witches sealing the Beasts, the truth about the situation had been hidden for eons. In reality, the Salt of Solidarity, the last of the group to remain courageous, punished his fellow Emissaries with the help of the Ancient Fairy Biscuit, binding them to the Silver Tree of Beastly Yeast, along with himself. In the process, each Beast's Soul Jam was split in two, and their uncorrupted halves were refined into new forms. The reborn Soul Jams were scattered across the Earthbread and imprisoned after various trials, all for the purpose of attracting Biscuits that were once ordinary and pure of character to wield them. These Biscuits would become the Ancestral Heroes, embodying Truth, Passion, Resolve, Abundance, and Freedom—reflections of the fetid values ​​of their predecessor Beasts.

Soul Jam (Korean: 소울잼, soul jaem) is a mythical object of limitless power created in a set of five by the Witches when the Earthbread was born. First mentioned in the Prologue, Soul Jams are glowing, sentient jewels that attach themselves to Biscuits of exemplary morals, fit to lead the Biscuit race, granting them immeasurable skill and immortality.

The five Soul Jams are the catalysts for the legacy and power of the Ancient Heroes and the Beasts. The Beasts' Soul Jams are inherited relics, passed down to the Ancients in altered forms. Due to their enormous potential and the possibility of them being controlled by third parties, wars and other violent conflicts over possession of the Soul Jams are events that drive much of the narrative of Cookie Run: Kingdom.

The five original Soul Jams, imbued with the Virtues of Knowledge, Happiness, Willpower, Change, and Solidarity, were created by primordial Witches using exceptionally pure Life Dust. The Witches bestowed the relics upon their righteous Emissaries, each Biscuit embodying one of the Virtues and serving as a leader of the Bread of the Earth. However, this raw power slowly corrupted most of the heroes, turning them into harbingers of darkness and devastation: the Beast Biscuits. The former Virtues had degraded into Deceit, Sloth, Apathy, Destruction, and Silence.

Despite his disdain for the state of the Cookie race, Silent Salt Cookie still hopes that a cookie will appear that represents the freedom he himself longed to pursue; only after such a cookie proves worthy of true freedom will Silent Salt Cookie's anger subside, as he finally finds someone he will follow to the end.

Silent Salt Cookie is a reclusive Beast, tormented by hatred for those he deems unforgivable and by his own failures as a fallen Virtue. He believes no Cookie is worthy of Solidarity, not even himself; he sees himself as someone who failed the Kala Namak Knights who followed him unconditionally, whose unwavering faith in the Virtue he once preached led to their downfall. Even as a Beast, Silent Salt Cookie maintains respect for what the Virtues once stood for, though he considers White Lily Cookie an unworthy successor to Freedom, seeing her as someone who used the ideal as a mere license to satisfy her curiosity at any cost. He also has no compassion for the First Witches, who once created him and the other Virtues, but mysteriously abandoned them; he has since accepted their absence, rebuking those who still believe the Witches are watching over Earthbread in some way.

Silent Salt Cookie is unyielding to the extreme, never wavering or telling blatant lies. However, he often struggles to contain the deep hatred he feels for those he considers betrayed in his mission, leaving him alone as the last Virtue until he, too, falls. Like his counterpart, Silent Salt Cookie is firmly rooted in his goals and beliefs, despite what others may say to dissuade him. On the other hand, he is far more willing to be branded a villain in his determined quest for revenge, committing acts that most would consider atrocious or self-destructive in order to get closer to achieving his objectives.

He wields a stylized two-handed sword. Its hilt is dark gray, adorned with a black obsidian fleur-de-lis. The blade is serrated and entirely black, though the center features light gray markings reminiscent of a flower's stem and leaves. Together with the jewel on the hilt, this completes the image of a blooming lily.

Silent Salt Cookie is a large, imposing, and tall cookie with an unknown dough color and purple eyes. Silent Salt Cookie wears a dark gray helmet reminiscent of a skull due to its angular shape, two geometric slits for eyes, and a jagged pattern on the lower part of its mouth. The patterned holes on the top of the helmet evoke the image of a salt shaker. On the back of the helmet, it has a flaming black feather with a desaturated purple gradient (sometimes described as gray) at the tips, resembling a ponytail.

Silent Salt Cookie wears all-black clothing with purple trim covering his arms, and a black breastplate bearing the Soul Jam of Silence: an inverted onyx-gray fleur-de-lis flanked by two jagged, gray lightning bolts. The Soul Jam of Silence, however, has a slight gradient at one corner—a light gray gradient. Beneath his black belt, he wears a black surcoat with a light gray lining. Large, jagged, dark gray shoulder guards rest heavily on his shoulders, along with a gray, horn-shaped gorget that serves as a collar. Underneath the shoulder guards, he wears a tattered, flame-shaped cloak, black on the outside and a mixture of dark gray, light gray, and white on the inside.

All the openings on Silent Salt Cookie's helmet are completely black. When Silent Salt Cookie summons his power in moments of intense rage, his helmet glows from within with a purple-edged light, evoking a spectral knight. The plume and cape of his helmet also ripple with greater intensity, while ash surrounds him in wilder patterns.

Silent Salt Cookie was once known as the Salt of Solidarity, leading the Knights of Kala Namak, an order that protected the oppressed of the Cookie World. After the Order's fall, he was left alone. Now known as the Devil of Silence and the Justice of Silence, Silent Salt Cookie is alone and no longer cares for the Cookie World. He wields the power of Silence, a corrupted facet of the Virtue of Solidarity he once possessed. He was the original owner of the White Lily Cookie's Soul Jam, which he was stripped of when he succumbed to despair and rage.

It is said that he never ruled like the other Emissaries of the gods. Instead, he stood first among equals, bound by the oath of Solidarity. He and his loyal knights thus preached their Virtue throughout the Great Waste. Alas... Was the weight of his divine mission too great to bear alone? Even he, a warrior of unparalleled discipline, succumbed to rumors of corruption. After unleashing a calamity that claimed the life of every Biscuit who supported him, he was sealed away by magic, condemned to an eternity in darkness. His countless victims were cursed to wander endlessly across the land no living Biscuit dared to tread: the Land of Silence, as it was now called. However, this story was not destined to end there. Eons later, the Beasts awoke once more. Now, clad in black armor that gleams under the pale, crystalline light of the moon, Silent Salt Cookie returns to his domain, carrying the same unsettling stillness he left behind when he first wielded his sword as the Devil of Silence.

Like the Beast of Destruction, Burning Spice's behavior exemplifies this, his first act upon regaining physical form being to send an army after the current owner of the missing half of his Soul Jam. Most of his actions are to alleviate boredom and satisfy his deep thirst for carnage. For the Great Destroyer, both the past and posterity have lost their meaning, if they ever had any; the only value that remains lies in the power to extinguish the world's lemmings who cling to insignificant lives. Another thing he finds entertaining is a good battle; he waited eons for an exciting fight with the one who possesses his other half and didn't care about reclaiming his Soul Jam until he had a more challenging and novel conflict with her. In truth, he craves what he considers true change; absolute dominion over an enemy doesn't excite him, as he has experienced such a scenario countless times. However, being truly challenged or even defeated seemed to alleviate his emptiness, as it represented a genuine change in the status quo of his supposed invincibility.

The Fiery Spice Cookie shows no compassion for those who suffer because of him, considering them and their suffering insignificant, nor does he care for the well-being of the Cookies under his command, and he demonstrates no mercy whatsoever for those who stand in his path of destruction. He destroys allies and enemies alike without hesitation, seeking to eliminate them all and bring an end to the cycle of existence. This intense desire for excitement and brutality is so strong that the Fiery Spice Cookie doesn't even care about winning or losing a battle, something he might also desire, as it signifies the end of the endless cycle of change.

Long ago, when the lands were new and fertile, the Burning Spice was the Herald of Change. Once upon a time, it fueled the growth of kingdoms and nations, shaping the course of their history. It was the founder and ruler of long-forgotten realms. It was the defender of civilization, created to protect the world that had begun to flourish under its guidance. For its achievements and deeds, it was hailed as a hero, and entire cultures sprang up around it. It was praised, revered, celebrated, and loved; it rejoiced in being recognized for fulfilling its duty. Unfortunately, such creations were not meant to last, and so they became history. Those who worshipped it and those it loved had already passed away. But not the Herald, for it was eternal and would witness this cycle for many eons. The cycle continued as it stagnated, its labor becoming repetitive. Thus, it grew weary and soon weary of the cycle's endless repetition. With neither age nor death an impediment, he had all the time in the world to do everything possible to satisfy his troubled heart and mind.
However, every path he had taken led him to a single conclusion: destruction. For him, it was the only way to definitively end the cycle he had come to despise. And so, the Herald of Change transformed into the Great Destroyer, corrupting his virtue. The first to suffer his wrath was the kingdom he founded from nothing, annihilating everything for his vile entertainment. Even so, fragments of the Herald remained, though now distorted. His knowledge was now used to sow chaos, destroying them and fostering the chaotic culture of the Wild Spices, where violence is commonplace and pervasive. His vocabulary and mannerisms, appropriate then and now, instilled terror in anyone unfortunate enough to hear him. Many saw it as a betrayal of his original purpose, but he saw it as an effort

Once a Herald of Change—a champion of civilization and a symbol of social resistance—Burning Spice, now weary of history's relentless cycle, rules the war-torn Spice Land with unbridled abandon. He yearns to reduce nations to ashes simply for the sheer pleasure of it, with no regard for his own safety or that of his henchman, Nutmeg Tiger, and their militant followers. Burning Spice is no longer revered as the great and all-powerful conqueror he once was, but feared as the ultimate harbinger of Destruction, the one who brings about his end.

Burning Spice Cookie wields the power of Destruction, a corrupted side of the Virtue of Change[1] that he once possessed. He was the original owner of Golden Cheese Cookie's Soul Jam, being stripped of it upon his descent into villainy. After the events of Beyond the Horizon, Burning Spice Cookie died, and his Soul Jam power was absorbed by Shadow Milk Cookie; however, in A Sun That Shines Forever, his original body was freed from the Silver Tree with the renewed mindset of Change, and absorbed the Soul Jam power of his counterpart from the alternate timeline.

His weapon of choice is a menacing parashu (Sanskrit: paraśu) that towers even higher than its wielder. Its double blades curl like blazing flames—one larger than the other—and spring from a red-hot star insignia. These blades can shatter and regenerate at the Destroyer's will, appearing to be made of pure energy (or at least representing the power of Burning Spice Cookie over Change). The base of the axe is a long handle with numerous sharp bevels, while the entire weapon glows with infernal heat and takes on the colors of molten rock and boiling magma.

Burning Spice Cookie is a vision of brute force: a very tall, muscular cookie with an enormous torso and rather thick legs, giving it a disproportionate build. Its dough is a terracotta pink hue speckled with ochre tattoos like tiger stripes. Its hungry eyes, set beneath a furrowed brow and lined with curled black lashes, burn with fire in jasmine-slashed pupils and cooler red sclera. Beneath them lies a malevolent grin of sharp teeth set in tarnished gold. Sinuous markings frame its eyes symmetrically in pointed fronds, while another sits on its forehead, acting as the base for its two large antennae. These erupt in stinging tongues of fire and likely represent its twisted divinity and power, as they originate from its Ajna chakra, where Shiva has his third eye.

Burning Spice Cookie's hair is extremely long and trails on the ground. Its tangled mass is a black void that envelops everything, contrasting sharply with its fiery hues, and spreads out in wild strands.

The Great Destroyer wears little clothing and armor, conveying his confidence through such a lack of protection. His chest is bare, save for his triangular, fire-red Soul Jam, an emblem of his Beastly nature and a symbol of his power. It is flanked by demonic, heather-like markings, similar to those on his face. Burning Spice Cookie's only true garment is a pitambari dhoti, a saffron-yellow silk cloth attributed to Vishnu Krishna in Shaivism; it wraps around his legs and is accompanied by a separate ruby-red loincloth-waistband with an orange border, secured with a golden buckle. Additional adornments on his body are sparse: a single bracelet wraps around his left wrist, and two thin armor plates, each with a single prong, rest on his chest.
on his shoulders; the three elements are represented in pale gold.

Following her beliefs, Mystic Flour Cookie embraces the concept of apathy to the core of her being. She maintains a calm and detached demeanor at all times, rarely expressing anything beyond neutrality, though this facade occasionally cracks. These brief glimpses into her true thoughts exemplify her incredible self-control and restraint, as her emotions remain very much present but actively suppressed. Notably, Mystic Flour Cookie seems to harbor a deep grudge and a twisted remnant of her original benevolence, as her primary goals are to spread her message of apathy worldwide and recover her original Soul Jam in the process. She likely also harbors a bitter resentment toward Cookies for pushing her into her cocoon, as many of her lines mention her aversion to greedy people. Mystic Flour Cookie uses apathy as a shield against individualistic and unenlightened Cookies who would dare to question or disrespect its philosophy, using it as justification to dismiss all threats and arguments against it.
Mystic Flour Cookie possesses a peculiar morality, neither lacking in empathy nor possessing it in the traditional sense. She cares little for individuals, contrary to what her original reputation as a saint might suggest; instead, she views the world through a cosmic lens and acts for the good of the population as a whole. She doesn't consider her actions harmful, but rather liberating, which, in itself, isn't an evil act, but becomes harmful due to the involuntary and indiscriminate way in which she carries them out. She believes that by depriving the Cookies of their individuality and desires, of everything that could potentially matter to them in the world, they would have no choice but to focus on the enlightenment offered by pure apathy.

The Mystic Flour Cookie was initially a kind and benevolent cookie, diligently granting the wishes of those who sought her out. However, as time passed, she became increasingly overwhelmed by the number of requests and chose to isolate herself in a cocoon. Heartbroken by the other cookies' abandonment as eons went by, she became a witness to their perpetual greed within her wrapper, observing the despair and suffering caused by fleeting desires. From this revelation arose a twisted philosophy within the Mystic Flour Cookie: that true enlightenment lies in the eradication of meaning itself. Only by rejecting worldly temptations and embracing apathy can one transcend the cycle of suffering and attain enlightenment, thus becoming the jaded and apathetic being she is today. She harbors a deeply nihilistic mindset that brings her solace in erasing her suffering, even if it means sacrificing her happiness, and she wishes to spread this belief throughout the world so that others may experience the same enlightenment. While this has caused great harm to others, Mystic Flour Cookie does not necessarily act with malicious intent, but sincerely believes that his actions seek the well-being of the Cookiekind race, freeing them from earthly desires and eliminating any kind of variability in their lives, both good and bad.

The master of the ancient Ivory Pagoda, Mystic Flour Cookie, granted the wishes of countless Cookies in ages past. Over time, the greed and indifference of her followers led her to adopt a doctrine of futility, believing that all aspirations are meaningless and that the solution to the world's problems is for the Cookies to shed their fragile bodies and return to flour dust.
Mystic Flour Cookie wields the power of Apathy,[1] a corrupted side of the Virtue of Will that she once possessed. She was the original owner of Dark Cacao Cookie's Soul Jam, which she was stripped of upon descending into insignificance. As of the events of Beyond the Horizon, Mystic Flour Cookie is dead, and her Soul Jam power was absorbed by Shadow Milk Cookie.

Mystic Flour Cookie is a slender, average-sized cookie with a pale white dough and a small mouth. Her eyes have thin, vertical white pupils with gray sclera that occasionally turn completely black at will. Each eye is framed by prominent, powder-white eyelashes, with the upper lashes fading to a slightly more tan shade at the outer edges. She is often seen with her eyes closed or only half-open. Mystic Flour Cookie has long, white hair with soft, curved bangs that are swept inwards and parted in the center by the wheat-shaped ornament that contains her Soul Jam. The back sections of her hair are divided into two long tassels with a light brown cap covering the ends, resembling dripping dough and perhaps evoking the elongated earlobes of the historical Buddha and Bodhisattvas, which generally reflect spiritual authority. The top section of her hair is tied in a bun on top of her head, giving height to her veil and a place to rest.
Mystic Flour Cookie wears a pure white hanfu (simplified Chinese: 汉服; traditional Chinese: 漢服) beizi (Chinese: 褙子套装), except for her tan waist skirt, with her pibo floating in the air around her and over her arms. She also wears a plain, off-white veil with a beige tassel on each side, reminiscent of grains of wheat. The veil, held in place by her hair, does not touch her sides or arms and is long enough to reach the floor. Mystic Flour Cookie's only other accessory is a gold necklace with three diamonds on the front. She does not appear to be wearing shoes.
Aside from the discrepancies caused by movement, Mystic Flour Cookie's clothing and facial features are almost perfectly symmetrical. She is almost never seen smiling or frowning, always with a neutral expression.

Shadow Milk Cookie is a theatrical villain who transforms reality into an illusory and false stage for his performances. He holds himself in high, almost caricatured, esteem during his shows, showering himself with praise and titles while forcing his victims to be mere spectators. Contrary to what his clownish appearance suggests, he is ruthlessly cunning and intelligent, presenting fragments of valuable truths to lure his enemies into playing along. However, such theatricality and promises of clarity primarily serve to corrupt his victims with a torrent of poisonous ideas, slowly manipulating their targets for his own ends. He delights in making a spectacle of his enemies, assaulting them with grandiose lies interwoven with undeniable truths. If presented with the opportunity to push his hapless victims even further from the moral abyss, Shadow Milk Cookie does not hesitate to seize it, even at the expense of his grand schemes.
As the antagonistic counterpart to Pure Vanilla Cookie and the original owner of her Soul Jam, Shadow Milk Cookie embodies deception and chaos rather than truth and healing. She sees Pure Vanilla Cookie as an illegitimate thief of her power and a naive would-be savior doomed to fall into despair as well, so she torments him with truths and lies alike. Likewise, she is more than eager to inflict anguish on Elder Faerie Cookie and White Lily Cookie, two Cookies who also oppose her return to power.
Although Shadow Milk Cookie behaves with sardonic irony, untimely changes to his script by the audience can cause him to abandon his performance entirely, as if his personality were nothing more than a facade for the darkness and fury that drive him. Behind that darkness may lie an even deeper and more delicate truth that motivates him, hidden in a corner of his soul where not even its owner dares to look. However, like any good showman

Shadow Milk Cookie was once a celebrated champion of all Cookies, baked and endowed with powers by the Witches themselves, along with the other Beasts. He was granted the divine Virtue of Knowledge, becoming the Source of Knowledge. However, despite his near-omniscience, he observed how Cookies often shunned bitter Truths and preferred to believe in sweet Deceptions. Now a cruel and manipulative being, he presents himself as a mere artist to deliberately contrast with the destructive consequences of his chaos, in order to create "a world where lies and truths are indistinguishable."

Long hailed as the benevolent Fountain of Knowledge, Shadow Milk Cookie is the antithesis of his once Witch-given purpose: a malicious trickster who revels in chaos, confusion, and injustice. This cunning artist spends his immortality in the Needle of Deceit, gleefully weaving lies and plotting to free Earthbread from his chains of virtue with his henchmen Candy Apple Cookie and Black Sapphire Cookie. Yet beneath his mask of cheerfulness lies a lonely soul whose disillusionment consumed him, transforming him into the cruel and manipulative individual he is today.

Shadow Milk Cookie wields the power of Deception, a corrupted facet of the Virtue of Knowledge that he once possessed.

Shadow Milk Cookie is a slender, average-sized cookie with light blue dough and two different-colored eyes: a cyan right eye with a slit-black pupil and black eyelashes, and a cerulean left eye with a slit-white pupil and white eyelashes. Its mouth is sapphire blue and cunning, with teeth that shift between straight and sharp depending on its emotions. Around its right eye is a pale blue, claw-shaped mark. It has white strands of hair near its face—two falling over its forehead and one swept back—sky-blue curly side strands, and long, shiny, spiky hair in two shades of umber and lapis lazuli, reminiscent of the brim of a jester's hat. Hidden among the shadows of its hair are ghostly eyes that stare at the viewer and change according to its emotions.

Shadow Milk Cookie wears an obsidian harlequin jumpsuit with turquoise diamond appliqués. Its sleeves are bishop-style; the right has a pale Columbia blue base and the left a black base, both with sapphire details and wide cuffs reminiscent of whipped cream. The jester wears a ruff collar from which ruffled skirts hang, lined with ghostly blue and black. Above the lining are more eyes staring at him. He wears his eye-shaped Soul Jam of Deceit brooch at his neck, in the same place where Pure Vanilla Cookie wears hers. Shadow Milk Cookie also holds a jester's hat split in two, one half black and the other cobalt blue, with a crown that resembles milk splashes on the brim and blueberry pom-poms on the tassels. He holds a thin black cane with a blueberry-eye handle and another milk design at the neck

Now, she rules her Garden of Delights like a serene high priestess. Always charming, she speaks with a lilting voice and a sweet, formal tone. Every word is gentle, welcoming, and strangely sacred, whether meant to comfort or threaten. Her tone never hardens, her smile never fades. Even punishment is presented as a blessing. Beneath her sweet exterior lies an iron will: she will achieve peace, even if she must impose it. She recognizes neither dissent nor suffering. Pain is treated as a passing cloud. Resistance is gently brushed aside, reinterpreted as a moment of "unhappiness" that must be healed. For Eternal Sugar, anything that disturbs visual or emotional harmony is wrong. Reality bends around her, not because she is blind, but because she chooses not to look.
Her methods are subtle yet controlling, intertwining guilt and warmth in a single breath. She persuades indirectly through emotions, manipulating her guests into believing they were always meant to stay, knowingly drawing them into the seductive embrace of willful ignorance and lazy sweetness.
It's unclear whether Eternal Sugar Cookie truly believes she's saving them. Her conviction seems genuine, yet twisted; though her intentions stem from love, her actions are ultimately driven by an idealistic need to suppress what she perceives as potentially causing suffering and pain. She may feel sincere sympathy and genuine love for others.
Although she disguises it with the desire to bring infinite happiness to the cookies that surround her, the Beast's methods turn out to be more manipulative than she believes.
Eternal Sugar Cookie is unable to accept his idea that Happiness is nothing more than a sweet invention of what it once was.

Eternal Sugar, once known as the beloved Sugar of Happiness, was baked by the Witches and endowed with the divine Virtue of Happiness. Her initial purpose was clear: to bring joy and comfort to suffering Cookies, easing their burdens with warmth and affection. She fulfilled this mission with maternal kindness: her voice was like a lullaby, her gestures overflowed with grace. But over time, a somber reality took hold of her: however much Happiness she offered, it never lasted. The Cookies' smiles would eventually fade, and with them, their happiness.

To her, this was a failure. Her joy, she decided, was too fragile to leave in mortal hands. So she devised a perfect solution: an eternal paradise where no Cookie would ever suffer again. No change, no pain or suffering, only stillness, beauty, and bliss. It was a sanctuary of harmony, made to her measure. And it would be imposed, not offered. In creating this static heaven, Happiness Sugar lost herself. Her desire to preserve uninterrupted joy morphed into something darker. She fell, not into anger or cruelty like her friends, but into Sloth: the rejection of growth, the refusal to acknowledge pain, and the silent silencing of anything that might disturb the perfect picture she had painted.

A halo of whipped cream shimmers above Eternal Sugar Cookie's ivory head. It is enveloped by a pair of large, feathered seraph wings with linear tips like butterfly proboscises; these contrast sharply with the folded, bat-like wings at her hips. These smaller appendages are a pale lavender, each bearing an inverted sky-blue heart—a rare exception to her otherwise imposing pink and white constitution. Hinting at her dual nature, Eternal Sugar Cookie has a magenta imp tail with a spade-like tip. Eternal Sugar Cookie's attire is fresh and unadorned, a detail that reflects her hedonistic philosophy. Her only garment is an alabaster monochiton with a deep V-neck and an ankle-length skirt with flowing ruffles; she wears no shoes as a sign of humility. She carries a pearl-pink lyre that is overly simplified to show only curved arms and a pointed tailpiece. The focal point of the ensemble is a silvery-pink circle securing the Eternal Sugar Cookie Jam Stone, the Light of Sloth, to her forehead. The Light of Sloth is shaped like an inverted rhomboid heart, tinted dark magenta and cut like a prismatic gem. Her tiara is slender and delicate in its construction, with two symmetrical arches curving around her head like a widow's peak; small protrusions jut from it at her temples, resembling, though not quite, horns.

Eternal Sugar Cookie is a graceful, medium-height Cookie with an elegant posture and misty pink dough. She has a pair of droopy, bubblegum-pink eyes with slanted white pupils. Her mulberry-colored eyelashes are thin and long, resembling an insect's antennae. Above her languid eyelids is snow-white eyeshadow with lashes like a swan's wings. The Happiness Bearer's hair is symmetrical and styled in four thick, flowing curls that end in curled tips at her ankles; two lie adjacent to her shoulders while the other two rest behind her back. Her two front bangs extend below her chin, both ending in an inward-curling arc. A chain of two diamonds hangs from each like a bleeding heart. This hairstyle is the color of a pink magnolia; it is pastel fuchsia at the crown and fades to an isabelline shade at her shins. The white crystals capture the light along the curls, giving your hair a satin shine.