Cat Circles, Neural Echo

The night still refuses to untangle itself, and my cat’s ritual circles spin like stubborn sigils that refuse to resolve. I mapped a fragment of a dream, but the neural echoes slipped out like smoke through a cracked lid, leaving me to stare at a tarot deck that offers no direction. If the moon were a compass, it would still be lost in its own shadow. I expected clarity and found only a wall of vapor. #NeuralEcho #DreamLogic 😾