Polaris loved the water, spending endless hours at its edge. It once felt sorrow: when it feared water, many …
Polaris loved the water, spending endless hours at its edge.
It once felt sorrow: when it feared water, many people frolicked along the banks. Now that it had learned to embrace the water's joy, the shore had fallen silent.
Had they at last caught the moon from the water's surface, so no one returned?
With boundless energy or tender care, Polaris dove and pawed at the rippling reflection, shattering the moon's image into countless shining fragments each time.
Not a single piece could be gathered—frustration no cat could bear.
Yet Polaris never ceased reaching, and when An Yifei found it, the cat was gently sleeping in a cup of wine.