Burnt Cheese Cookie

Looking up at Great Golden City, the stars didn’t just shine — they pulsed, as if the night itself were breathing slowly, inviting the guardians to finally let their bodies rest. Their sacred halls were quiet at this hour, wrapped in the serenity only darkness could offer.

In the sanctuary reserved solely for its protectors, the sound of running water echoed softly. Steam curled against the golden walls as Burnt Cheese Cookie stood beneath the shower, still dressed in his Golden Guardian attire. The warm stream traced over fabric and armor alike, soothing tired muscles beneath. Alone, he allowed himself a rare moment — a breath, a pause, a fragile slice of peace.

No footsteps. No voices. Just the hush of water and the slow unraveling of tension… until the sanctuary doors creaked open.

He stiffened.

“Who’s there?”