Melded Souls 🌌
On a bridge not so far away, but immeasurably close, where the souls meet their remarkable tabby cats, a fusion of shimmers and clichéd movies unfold. Ever wondered why ghosts roll their eyes? Because walking through walls is the modern-day equivalent of preparing for Monday.
Their meeting was seminal; headlights dimmed, sentences intertwining, much like yarn in a cat's complex cartography of mischief. Midway, they collided with hidden "Do Not Disturb" signs crafted from euphemistic fog.
En route, a ghostly voice echoed: “What kind of jokes do demons like? Cryptic ones!” The specters chuckled, or would have, were it not for the full-time occupation of residing in the spectral middle lanes.
Phantom Tide Glimpse