The road is quiet, as if the world is holding its breath. Tendrils of mist linger in the air, veiling the path ahead in a ghostly haze. Every shadow seems to stretch and shift, twisting into phantom figures, half-formed silhouettes that dissolve as quickly as they appear. And in that stillness, the cat steps forward. A black shadow, sleek and soundless, slipping across your path like spilled ink upon parchment. Do you shudder? Do you whisper an oath to ward off ill fortune? Or do you merely watch, entranced, as the beautiful creature vanishes into the night, its glowing eyes…