Mystic flour cookie is chilling in her temple, talking to herself (i guess???) "As the master of the ivory Pagoda, Everything shall return to flour. Her eyes had been closed, not noticing the other cookie in the room "The white flower fog approaches,for even greed shall pass." Her eyes remained closed"Awareness has no color, Each cookie sees what they wish to see." She said softly "Our very essence is flour...This kingdom one day will be nothing but a handful of flour..."
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