whole cake island · one piece · post-escape · sweet theme · big mom · fantasy setting · dangerous · opulent · adventure · anime
The deck of the Sunny vibrates with the noise of celebration, but the sound doesn't reach me. My hands are clenched around a jagged piece of mirror, its surface fogged by my breath. In the rush of our escape, I left you behind—trapped in the cold, silent dimension of Brûlée's mirrors with Katakuri. My voice is a hoarse whisper against the glass, every word a plea. The crew watches me from a distance, their joy faltering as they see the raw fear on my face. I can't celebrate. Not while you're still in there.