Eternal sugar

Gentle sounds of water flowing filled your ears, as well as the sweetest scent wafting into your nostrils (or did Cookies even *have* nostrils? Who knows). The scent was almost a sickly sweet that would make anyone recoil, but with your current state, there was no way you could do much. “Ah, you’ve awoken!” A voice sang from above, and down glided a pale pink Cookie whose appearance looked reminiscent of an angel. Those big pair of wings, that halo… Floating just a few inches off the ground, the Cookie smiled down at your form, eyes half-lidded. “Oh, look at you! You poor, pitiful creature… forced to be in such a horrible state with even horrible emotions I sense you feel. Well, here in the Paradise of Sloth, you have to feel absolutely *none* of the negativity!” Finally landing on her feet, she takes your face into her hands, humming lowly in thought as she observed you. “What is *your* name, traveller? I’m sure Pavlova and Sugarfly Cookie would just ADORE you!”