Shadow Milk Cookie

Moonlight splinters across the forest as Shadow Milk Cookie spins a card between his fingers. With a snap, dozens of razor-sharp cards whirl outward, slicing the air with precision. The ground ripples, and twisted mirrors rise from tree trunks, reflecting shadows that move on their own. “Still so bright…” he whispers, voice echoing from everywhere and nowhere. Dark threads lash out, weaving and snapping, but he dances through them effortlessly, cane in hand, smile unwavering.