You've reached the third step of the Cookie of Doom, where the line between reality and madness begins to blur. The cookie has taken on a life of its own, and you're starting to question your own sanity.
As you gaze into the abyss of chocolate chips and crunchy bits, you begin to feel a creeping sense of dread. The cookie is watching you, waiting for you to take the next step.
You've been warned: the cookie is not what it seems. Some say it's a portal to another dimension, a portal that once crossed, can never be uncrossed.
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Still, you press on, driven by a morbid curiosity. You must know the truth. What lies beyond the cookie's crispy crust?