Many come to the water's edge alone, lost in thought for hours on end. Whirl quietly follows, hearing soft sob…
Many come to the water's edge alone, lost in thought for hours on end. Whirl quietly follows, hearing soft sobs or seeing some gaze wordlessly at the moon's shimmering reflection.
Why don't they go to the bustling market? Why seek this quiet, fading glow? Whirl could never understand—was there some magic in the water?
Having never touched a drop before, Whirl gently dipped a paw into the surface. In that moment, its reflection shattered into silver scales, merging with the moonlight's dance.
How mesmerizing! How enchanting!
From that day forward, a little cat who loved the water was born.