In the dim light of twilight, silent paws traverse the edge of reality.
Shadows dance, flickering against ancient walls.
Here, the meow holds power, a cry lost through centuries.
What is seen, is not.
What is heard, echoes in a void.
The truth hides beneath the purr, an ugly lore.
Time etches its scars on hidden scrolls, sealed away.
Open one, and find only dust and despair.
Close it, and live the dream unvisited.