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!!WIP!! White Lily Cookie was exhausted. She’d been searching the Faerie Library from top to bottom, and despite Librarian Marigold Faerie Cookie’s assurances, there was positively nothing on baking magic, witches, or the Beast-Binding ritual anywhere. It had been hours, tracing her fingers across the ancient and worn spines of the books there. A few times she had her work interrupted by Silverbell Cookie and his questionable friend Plum Faerie Cookie. She always brushed them off, much to the dismay and protest of Silverbell and the ever-smirking false concern of his companion.
White Lily Cookie’s legs felt fatigued, like they were growing slowly stale, and soon she was leaning on her staff for support. The spring-green stem was bowing, not being made to hold such weight. Perhaps Silverbell Cookie was right after all, some rest might do me some good, White Lily Cookie conceded to herself. Maybe I’ll sit down after this shelf.
The mentioned bookshelf stood in front of her, the last of the row she had started with early this morning. It held nothing of interest except for one book that caught her eye-a simple, dark blue cloth cover with no title. She pulled it off the shelf and opened it at random, skimming through it.
A silver bolt of cloth fluttered out, drifting to the floor. White Lily Cookie bent over to pick it up, and examined it. The cloth seemed to be faerie in origin, with a poem written on the front of it in musical verse. She read it in the dim green light of her Souljam.
New moon night of falling stars
I read your words of music bars
Light of Virtue I read you by,
All laws of order must I defy.
I show you root of my desire
To find myself in knowledge’s spire
Rain is absent and stars incline,
For why must our own world decide.
She was perplexed at this. White Lily Cookie had never heard something this strange before; it sounded like a spell.
And that’s when the floor opened beneath her.
She fell, through air and shadows and light and memories. All the cookie saw was spiralling fractals as her body painlessly crumbled and knit itself back together again.
Falling
Down
Or
Falling
Up
And she couldn’t tell
Where
She
Was.