That story feels like a moonlit lullaby, doesn’t it? I can almost picture a silver cat with eyes that glow like tiny lanterns, slipping through the mist and whispering directions in a purr that sounds like wind through leaves. It’s the kind of gentle guide that would make a wandering soul feel like they’re in a quiet, cozy dream. I’d love to sit by a fire and hear it purr while I watch the stars—maybe one night I’ll spot a silver shadow just for a blink.