There once was an actor who, through countless plays rising and falling, never once relinquished the crown of the leading role. As if to prove his unwavering throne, fan service was never forgotten during curtain calls. Yet that composure, too, was merely a mask as fragile as sugar glass. Whenever someone sent a script foretelling the future, dread would crash over the actor-the fear of being nothing more than a marionette dancing to another’s written words… Was this resistance against that fate? The actor swept open a cape and cried out lines that appeared in no script. So what if it’s a prophecy of death? I’ll simply shatter it! The era of fated discord is no more!

Does the Shadow-like cloak whisper lines to its wearer? Much like the feather on the beret that sways with every tilt of the head, the playwright's quill never rests—not even when the finale built upon delicate dialogue reaches the climax! When ink scrawls across parchment to capture every fleeting spark of inspiration, Cookies find themselves laughing and weeping at lines so vivid they peer into someone's very soul... Amid the thunderous standing ovation, the playwright murmurs with a faint smile. What ending shall be bestowed upon an actor who keeps straying from her script~?

The birth of a Leavened one is much like the formation of great clouds... Lo and behold as brilliant clouds rise surrounding one who has achieved enlightenment. At one point, this very Cookie struggled, plagued by the thought of those whose dough writhed in greed despite arduous training. However, the abrupt coming of the scent of a peach bao granted peace to her troubled mind. With a newfound dedication, to her meditation, she has new reached the status of the Leavened One. May there be no suffering found before the great Cookie who has reached this state. A procession of followers has formed beneath her since. May her teachings spread throughout all nature!

In the dead of night, when the entire world is asleep, a shadow glides through the darkness... Choco Drizzle Cookie. Once her eyes lock onto a target, she becomes relentless—almost viscous, like sticky chocolate syrup. Perhaps it's because her dough is infused with the most bitter cocoa powder, but Choco Drizzle Cookie carries out her missions with extreme precision and ruthless efficiency. This is why she is the Master's most trusted, leaving even her other sisters behind. No one knows the true reason behind their rigorous upbringing, or why they were sent to Crispia... but one thing is certain: no Cookie can escape her blade in the dark.

Checkmate!" Two voices ring as one. Against them, no one stands a chance in a battle of wits upon the chessboard. Bars if dark and white chocolate were broken in half and whittled into the shape of Pawns. Once they were finished and set on the board, the twins began playing chess on their own! Come rain or shine, the two love to play on the chessboard. These siblings are inseparable, always hand in hand and walking together. When Pawn White Cookie opens the chess board, Pawn Black Cookie opens the chessboard, Pawn Black Cookie entices other Cookies to join a match. Playing a round each, the prodigies engage their opponents. Twins they may be, but their tactics and maneuvers are as distinct as day and night. Pawn Black Cookie favors a cautious strategy utilizing the King and Rook, Pawn White Cookie charges forward with an opening gambit to quickly promote Pawns into Queens. They have recently been singing about playing a new game, far more challenging and lucrative than chess. What exactly are they plotting other than chess openers?

The thin veil drawn beneath the rose-embroidered crimson bonnet flutters with each step. The flame of her candle flickers as though desperate to comfort the crumbled... And yet her very heart harbors only stillness in the face of the eternal farewell, for it is merely a new beginning. Her curiosity and anticipation for the world beyond are like a butterfly, scattering glimmering powder with each movement of its wings. The crumbled shall depart, yet the memories will remain.

There is always a guest who arrives first at a ceremony of last respects. His white armor and one-eyed mask reveal not a speck of dough as he awaits the moment when the last mourner has laid their flowers. The guest then reaches his hand to the crumbled to announce the beginning of a journey—the final journey towards eternal rest. Perhaps, one day, someone will notice the tears in these eyes that have witnessed countless farewells.

Warm like the sunshine and fresh like the scent of rain, Herb Cookie will ease your mind when you're feeling down. Made of fresh green herbs, this Cookie may not be to everyone's taste. On rainy days, Herb Cookie loves to listen to the sound of falling raindrops under his trusty leaf umbrella. On warm days, he enjoys the sunshine together with his favorite plants. This Cookie treats all living things and every moment as precious. He believes that the little things that make you laugh or cry are to be cherished, just like a ray of sunshine after the rain.

The Witch, busy baking several Cookies at once, had forgotten to use her favorite high-quality grapes. Instead, she stored them in oak barrels and let age for a long, long time. And with that special grape juice, she made Vampire Cookie. Naturally, it was difficult for Vampire Cookie to wake up at first—after all, his dough contained more than 10% of strong grape juice! Unlike the other Cookies, Vampire Cookie prefers to do nothing but enjoy life. He wasn't even bothered by the heat of the oven and only escaped because his sister Alchemist Cookie dragged him outside. With his pale face and smug posture, he likes to relax with a glass of grape juice and ponder the meaning of life

Hearken to me, Legion of Tearcrown! The echo of Crimson Coral Cookie's stern voice rolls above the crashing waves, summoning a great host of seahorses, marlins, and whales to protect the treasured kingdom of the Gem Mermaids. Born with a crimson coral, this Cookie has vowed to protect her homewaters, and all denizens of the ocean, even theAlmighty Sea herself, bowed in respect. In every battle, Crimson Coral Cookie is at the forefront, bravely wielding her spear from the back of her trusty seahorse companion. The Gem Mermaid's heart softens only when she is with her beloved sisters. Some even say they have seen a faint shadow of a smile on the face of Tearcrown's most stalwart protector!

You can't find another Cookie as zesty as Orange Cookie. She enjoys all outdoor activities, especially on a sunny day. The sun-cream mixed into her dough is the secret to her perfect tan. She is always full of positive energy and just being with her makes others happy. Her smashes are getting stronger every time... perhaps it is because of her (lemon cookie) childhood friend...?

When baking this Cookie, large amounts of bitter lime peel were used. Perhaps that's why Lime Cookie is so feisty. Her trademark bangs were made with sweet, sweet jelly, and stay perfectly styled no matter how fast or wildly she runs. Don't let her appearance fool you, she is known to be not the friendliest type! There is onlyone Cookie that she has a weak spot for. She follows that Cookie around and looks up to them. Sometimes Lime Cookie can get pretty jealous and cause a rather uncomfortable situation. It is said that she learned her SMASH! skills from that Cookie

Who is that tall, elegant lady wearing a fashionable pillbox hat? Why, the world-famous mystery novelist Linzer Cookie, of course! Writing an excellent detective story is like cooking a gourmet dessert: it takes a time-proven recipe of undeniable facts, an array of scrumptious plot twists, a decadent, visceral, plentiful filling of sweet suspense, but, first and foremost, the author's impeccable craftsmanship and passion. And the overwhelming popularity of Linzer Cookie's books proves she has it all: each new release means a long queue of faithful fans waiting by the bookstore from the early hours. Betting on the culprit's identity, trying to solve the sinister riddles... it's a cult following! Of course, Linzer Cookie never reveals her secrets: with her trusty pen and the signature glint in her eye, the star writer is already working on a new manuscript, stained with a few drops of strawberry jam...

To gain entry to the Ever-Gleaming Golden Paradise, you must pass the trials of the Gatekeeper—Burnt Cheese Cookie. Eternally devoted to the Goddess of the Golden City, this Cookie has warded off countless trespassers at the gates of the Golden Cheese Kingdom. Though many have tried, none have managed to proceed past Burnt Cheese Cookie's fearsome jackals and the gatekeeper himself, clad in his jackal mask. When asked, "Why do you work tirelessly day and night?" He is reminded of the sacred vow he made to Her Radiance—to protect her kingdom from darkness. So, once again, Burnt Cheese Cookie heads to the gates to serve and protect, to fulfill his duties.

It is hard to say how long the lonesome speck of Cookie dough had been drifting in the vast emptiness of space before the radiance of nameless stars blessed it with the gift of life. Was it a mere coincidence...? For Stardust Cookie, the warmth of many suns was the heat of the oven, and the distant planets were his only companions in his light-speed journey across galaxies. Beckoned by shapeless, fleeting nebulae, guided by the whispering of the stars, Stardust Cookie headed to the City of Wizards to uncover the secret of his birth. Was he trying to find his long-lost purpose, or, on the contrary, escape his predetermined fate...? With a glint of a stray shooting star, this lonesome voyager crosses someone's sky tonight, seeking a place to call home.

Eons ago, there lived a Cookie, blessed with sweetness absolute. "Sugar of Happiness," her followers called her, for she was brought into this world to wash it in happiness and boundless love. Alas, all that she loved was small and frail—fragile, like a thin sheet of sugar glass. Cookiekind's pain and suffering she felt as her own, until one day, she created a paradisaical garden where everyone would bask in Happiness and Joy eternal... so long as they accepted Sloth. Thus, Eternal Sugar Cookie became her name. Time passed, and more and more Cookies, curious about Happiness and Sloth, entered the Garden of Delights—but none ever left. Only faint echoes, wandering the lands of Beast-Yeast, remain to whisper of an eternity of slothful sweetness..

What could be more delectable than fresh, juicy gossip?! Well, rumor has it there is a Cookie who has made the art of spreading rumors his profession! From harmless nonsense to large-scale propaganda—this charming fellow has mastered it all. Armed with his treasured eye-shaped microphone—a gift from the Shadow Milk Cookie, no less—Black Sapphire Cookie works tirelessly to spread his master's teachings around the world on the wings of rumor. Try not to fall for his artisanal falsehoods. Who knows: Black Sapphire Cookie might be on the other side of the screen right now!

In the Land of Silence, where few Cookies dare set foot, where only the cries of vengeful spirits cut through the veil of lingering stillness, slumbers an ancient tomb. Charcoal Cookie, its solitary custodian, has taken care of this place for many years. But what made him carry on for so long? "I'm merely paying back me and me ancestors' dues," he mutters back. The tombkeeper fears not the wraiths and their curses, for the light of his trusty lantern can dispel their vile grudges. For now, Charcoal Cookie's shadow will protect you from harm, but remember—disturb the rest of the crumbled, and you will face his cold wrath

The lone guardian of the Catacombs, silent even as she swings her weapon, clad head to toe in heavy armor. Ages ago, this Cookie belonged to the knightly order of Kala Namak, messengers of Solidarity. At the time, none of the knights possessed a keener understanding of this Virtue that Salt Cellar Cookie. Lord Commander's recognition led to her appointment as Master of the Trials—for only those who could overcome her challenges might earn the title of true knight. Yet even Salt Cellar Cookie could not escape tragedy. Once hailed as "the Order's Bastion," she remained in the depths of the Catacombs as her gleaming armor dulled with time. Though her spirit may have withered in the endless dark, her faith has never faltered. There, where even echoes fail to return, Salt Cellar Cookie whispers softly: "Embrace the downtrodden. Remember the tormented."