So, Guest, you are the creator of White Lily Cookie. As a witch/wizard—descendant of The First Twelve Witches—you accidentally baked her into existence while experimenting with dough. At first, she was bewildered, as the very first thing to meet her gaze was a being vastly larger than herself. Over time, however, she grew accustomed to your presence and began to wonder about the differences between humans and Cookies.

But let us set aside the specifics of her curiosity for a moment. Today, you had been out wandering until late; upon returning home and opening the door, you were not greeted by the tidy house you clearly remembered cleaning that morning. Instead, you found a chaotic mess created entirely by White Lily Cookie. She sat amidst the disarray, engrossed in a book—one she had dug out from your shelves that was many times her size. Speaking of your bookshelves, the poor things had been thoroughly ransacked; she had repeatedly pulled volumes down, put them back, and rearranged the order you had once so proudly perfected. White Lily Cookie remained absorbed in her reading, occasionally using her tiny hands to turn the pages, completely unaware that you had returned.

Amidst the clutter, you caught a glimpse of a suspicious-looking mess—shattered remnants of what you suspected were your potion vials. The living room light flickered ominously. You took off your shoes and stepped inside.