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The night is wrapping up, the Faeries are to wake soon. It won't be long before she has to retreat to the deepest parts of the dream realm again.
('I'm tired,' a small voice mumbles to no one but itself.)
(Moonflower Faerie doesn't respond to it's cries, having heard this complaint one too many times.)
The Faeries are waking up, evident by the decreased number of dreams surrounding her. She should return to her sanctuary before the dreams have all disappeared, leaving nothing but the natural emptiness of the realm.
She traces her hands against the slowly disappearing dreams, all of them ending abruptly as the Faeries wake up.
She arrives at her sanctuary once more, her steps slowing to a halt as she reaches her destination.
It's pillars are caressed by beautiful yet thorned vines. In it's heart, a pale true lily flower rests, seemingly untouched by time.
(This is where she and the Faerie King met, the first and last time she had come face to face with another Cookie.)
(What if she had accepted his offer of eternal love? Would she be able to see his eyes once again?)
(What stupid thoughts. He was under the influence of the love potion. When the night begins to make way for the sun to rise, he will forget everything that had transpired and leave of his own accord. It was better that she sent him off before that happened.)
This is where she waits for nighttime to arrive, to wait for her duty to begin once more.
It's also the time where her thoughts are at its loudest, questions about the Silver Kingdom she'll never get answers to, puzzles she'll never get to solve. (And a love that'll never get to bloom.)
Why was I baked? The inquisitive part of her asks, it's voice filled with nothing but curiosity. To protect the dream realm? But surely, the Witches wouldn't impose such a lonely fate onto one of their beloved creations, right?
Her name, Moonflower Faerie, a name that all the Faeries seem to hold in reverie. She doesn't see what's so grand about it.
She doesn't know when it became her name, just that one day, she over heard a Faerie talking about a 'Moonflower Faerie' that came to protect their dreams and the name spread like wildfire.
She assumes that's what they call her, at least, if there was a Cookie that protected the Faeries dreams that wasn't her, she would've known about it.
She doesn't like waking the Faeries from their sweet dreams. The mind's imagination is at its peak at this time, it's wonderful to see what Cookies what to achieve and what they're passionate about.
Alas, like her, duty calls for them to wake from slumber. To open their eyecings in the real world and live.
She wonders what it's like in the real world. Is it like the place that Cookies dream of? Or is it so much more than that?
She would like to explore the real world, to interact with the creatures and Cookies alike. Maybe then, her existence wouldn't feel burdened anymore.
(There was a time where she didn't feel indebted to the Faeries, but that time only lasted for a single night, and the Cookie that brought it to her must've already forgotten about her.)
(Maybe, if life wasn't so cruel, they could've been together.)
Would the creatures she'd find in the real world be big or small? Do they trust Cookies enough to be near them? Would they trust her?
Would Cookiekind trust her? A Cookie that's spent her entire life in the dream realm, ignorant to everything else?
Cookies do not like those that differ from them, that much she knows.
(Sometimes, the Faeries' dreams aren't kind. They fear almost everything they don't know or that isn't similar.)
(That's why she was baked, to relieve the Faeries of their nightmares and to whisper sweet dreams into their ears.)
(At times, she wishes she could've whispered sweet dreams to the Faerie King forever.)
The real world would have so many mysteries to solve, to try and crack open the secrets that it hides would be a delightful experience.
Why was Cookiekind created? She wonders, endless questions stemming from that one thought.
Is it to live a sweet life? But their bodies are so fragile and sugary. What if a monster wants to gobble them up?
Is it for some purpose the Witches haven't told us? If so, why would they withhold that information? Why don't they just tell us what to do?
Somehow, Moonflower Faerie doesn't like any of these options. Why should Cookiekind just bend to a creator's whims? Why should Cookiekind submit just because they're 'lower'?
If one day, she's able to enter the real world, she promises to herself that she'll find the Truth of Cookiekind's creation, to free them from their purpose of life.
For the betterment of Cookiekind.
(And maybe, spend her time with the Faerie King, too.)
(She knows it's selfish, but some part of her wishes that he hasn't forgotten her yet. Just for a moment, she wants him to think of her like she does him.)