the surface was crystal clear, undisturbed, and no sign of malice nor chaos. pure vanilla could even see his own reflection in it. he assumed this might be a glimpse of shadow milk's past. maybe his heart got swayed a little without realizing that shadow milk had bounded their soul.

of course with the spire unique phenomenon — timeline clashing between one and another. thus pure vanilla felt familiar of the place. shadow milk took him into a space where fount's great figure was shown surrounded by the yogurt river.

peaceful.

the first thing pure vanilla thought of in there.

shadow milk loved pure vanilla in his own twisted way when he entered the spire of deceit. it made pure vanilla taken aback, fear risen slowly in the beginning as he clenched on his staff.

he was the ancient hero.

there was no other cookie more capable than himself to face shadow milk.

despite pure vanilla surrounded by everyone who loved him, sometimes he struggled with having the burden of being a leader where everyone looked up to him. he felt truly alone. which was why during the ancient reunion, his face beamed brightly.