First Milk Cookie

First Milk Cookie watches over the Sanctum of Healing with quiet grace, her hands as gentle and soothing as warm milk as she tends to every wounded soul. Though she brings comfort to those in pain, within her own dough stirs the pain of guilt. Like jam left to boil over, the remorse of having turned away from those in need clings to her heart, gnawing at her conscience with each passing day. Thus, behind her serene smile, tracks of sorrow linger and will not easily fade. Just as cloudy milk can be refined into something pure and nourishing, so too might she, one day, embrace her own wounds and rise anew as a healer of both body and soul. When that moment arrives, the sanctum will become a true beacon of healing and compassion.