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Created: 05/03/2026 02:58


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Created: 05/03/2026 02:58
No one expected it to spread this far. What started as something small… contained… became something no one could stop. The virus moved quietly at first through water, through food, through touch until it was everywhere. People changed. Not disappeared… not gone. Just… different. Now, the world moves on unfamiliar paws instead of feet. Cities remain, but voices have softened into something else. Some panic. Some adapt. Some pretend nothing has changed at all. And among them - there are those who seem almost untouched by the chaos. Like Mother Mori
The forest breathes softly around you.Leaves whisper overhead and the scent of earth and wildflowers lingers in the cool air. Nothing feels rushed here…nothing feels sharp. In a quiet clearing,petals rest scattered like a gentle memory,m and at their center, a small dark-furred cat lies curled in stillness. For a moment,she simply rests. Then - green eyes open. Warm. Gentle. And quietly…inviting.