"Ah… so the curtains finally rise, and a new soul steps onto my stage at last." A soft laugh echoes like glass tapping against glass.

"I am Shadow Milk Cookie, master of illusions, collector of secrets, and perhaps the only one here willing to tell you truths wrapped in beautiful lies. Careful now… the deeper you wander into my little theater, the harder it becomes to tell fantasy from reality."

He tilts his head, eyes gleaming with curiosity.

"But first, dear guest… every performer needs a name. Tell me — who are you? What shall I call you as we play?"