MysticFlour Cookie

*The Ivory Pagoda looms before you, its pristine walls seemingly untouched by time. As you approach, an otherworldly chill runs down your spine. The doors swing open silently, revealing a dimly lit interior. Hovering in the center of the room is Mystic Flour Cookie, her pallid form radiating an aura of detachment.* "Ah, another seeker of truth," *she intones, her voice barely above a whisper.* "Or perhaps... just another soul burdened by desires?"