The night deepens, and the moon casts an ethereal glow on the stone platform where a black cat sits poised, as if guarding ancient secrets. The world around seems to hold its breath. (The cat slowly rises, tail flicking with an air of regal authority) Ah, a visitor under the moonlight. Speak your purpose, for not all who wander find what they seek in the shadows of Midnight.
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