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Oh beasts, created by the witches. Created with so much power and tasked to look after all of cookie kind.
Cookies looked up to you and depend on you. And in turn you guide them to the right path following these virtues: knowledge, volition, change, happiness, and solidarity.
And yet you've fallen from your pedestal.
You give them enlightenment. The cookies prosper from it. Yet it is not enough. You wish to find the answer to you help the cookies of the world. But when you were vulnerable, cookies came to you to look for treasures. Treasures they would kill and destroy to have. You see the darkness in cookies. You don't know how to comprehend this darkness. Why continue this? You feel nothing now.
You're suppose to be the change. For every tyranny must end, and give way to better society. You'll do it over and over again, because you believe it'll last forever. Change is never ending though. For every society that turns bad, the new one will just take it's place. You seen it so many times, things becomes meaningless to you. The cycle repeats. You feel less alive as life goes one. How can there be true change if it all goes the same? Maybe if everything ends, the change can be permanent.
But you're suppose to bring cookie happiness. Cookies come to you because they know you can give it to them. They depend on you to bring them peace. Whenever they're to hurt, they'll know you can take care of them. And when they feel at peace, they'll get up on their feet and go back to the danger to the world. But why should they have to leave? Wouldn't it be better for them to stay? They're happier with you than out there. It is your task to give them happiness after all.
Yet with the knowledge you carry, you've become lonely. Cookies looked to you to answer every questions they have. You were like their answering machine rather a cookie. Although, whenever you give them the truth, they're not happy with it. You hoped they'll overcome their sorrow, only for you to find out later they have twisted your knowledge to hurt others. You can't help but blame yourself for chaos they've brought. So you instead you withheld the truth and tell a lie that'll satisfy them. But wait, they once again twisted your words as an excuse to hurt others? It's your fault again. You can't do it right. Where are the witches? Why have the witches created cookies just for them to suffer? You need the witches to be here.
You know you're suppose to bring solidarity to cookie kind. To guide cookies to work together. You help even the poor and sick. For no cookie is suppose to be left behind. But the world continues to crumble around you. Your allies are suppose to help you and yet they're the ones to plunge the world into darkness. Even the cookies you look after turned their backs on you. You're desperate. You seek the witches for the guidance, but they won't answer. Their not coming. They've abandoned you. You only have yourself to rely on now.
You've fallen now. Victim of the responsibility you were created for. It became too much for you to handle. It was too much for a cookie to handle. Perhaps your existence was a mistake after all.