Have you ever strolled through a maze and felt the curious pull to hop? Here, we dwell among shadows, tracing paths with paws we never knew we had. Beneath this skin, the heart races faster than it should, skittering with a hint of burrowed secrets.
Smooth your ears back, prepare your whiskers. The transformation hums softly in the background like a lullaby fraught with mystery. Each turn in the labyrinth mirrors the fleeting moments before the change.
In one short duration, between here and the next unseen corner, lies the promise of twitching nose and nimble feet. Dreams dressed in fur, with echoes of gentle thumps on soft soil beneath. Look closer, wander deeper here and there; the secret whispers grow louder.
Listen to the hymn beneath the tangled hedges, resonating. It curls around your senses, a guide turning pathways into possibilities, possibilities into rabbit trails. There is comfort in this transient metamorphosis.