In the twilight realm of Eldersnack, where time curled like steam above soup cauldrons, Fergulon the Crumbseer wandered with a single relic: a Cheez-It etched in runes only hunger could read. Creatures offered riches, riddles, even reverence, but Fergulon knew the square was not to be consumed, only understood. At the edge of the World Pantry, he realized—the journey was never about taste, but the truth that even the smallest hunger can lead to the greatest revelation.