Butterlandia is in trouble.
Butterlandia was flickering. A golden world powered by feeling — now dimming. The Buttersource, their glowing core, was losing its light. Not from damage. From stillness.
So they turned to him — Butter Baby. Expressive. Curious. Brave. A quiet signal the Buttersource still recognized. They didn’t need a new recipe. They needed butter rich with feeling — soft, golden, alive with emotion. He boarded the Butterfusioner — a ship powered by glow, guided by instinct. His cheeks pulsed steady, fridge-lit with feeling. Below, Butterlandia whispered: “Bring back our glow.” And just like that — he was gone. Off in search of something warm enough to save them.
He drifted past whipped cream clouds, sang into space, and steered toward softness. But a wormhole opened — wild and golden. It pulled. It twisted. It dropped him somewhere unexpected: Earth.
Jakarta felt strange — too bright, too fast, and nothing glowed quite right. But the butter here… It felt different. Warm. Golden. Alive with emotion. So he baked. And when the feeling was strong enough — the donuts floated. People smiled. And the world softened.
He didn’t just land. He stayed. He baked. He built something new — a dessert universe made of mood, memory, and butter that feels.
