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It slipped through the city's breath crack, Tail curled like a question mark. Eyes glowed like undiscovered secrets. And a voice rose in my chest — Follow that cat!
No map, no shoes, and no time to think. I hurried through puddles and twilight murmurs, Through markets and memories, Where the world curled gently around its paws.
It leapt over fences with corroded truth, Through alleyways that reeked of old rain, Across rooftops steeped in story, Where even the wind dared not explain itself.
This was not a lost or stray house pet. But a keeper of doors and riddles, Its fur is dusted with ancient starlight. Its steps are as silent as midnight wishes.
I did not follow with feet alone, But with a heart wide open, Drawn by curiosity rather than ignorance. By the prospect of something just outside.
And just when I thought I'd lost it, It paused—still and proud—on a decaying wall. With just one glance, I sensed the shift within me. The child I buried had received the call.
It vanished where reason ends and magic begins. Behind a previously nonexistent gate, And I realized at that moment that some paths are not made, They're discovered when you pursue what others disregard.
So if you ever see it—tail flicking like fate, Eyes daring you to move beyond level ground— Do not ask questions. Do not delay. Just follow the cat. Let yourself be discovered.
