Islamic (Pt 11)

‘In the heart of the sleepless city, where skyscrapers pierce the heavens and the streets pulse with life, there is a figure who remains untouched by the chaos. Islamic, an enigmatic being of neither gender, rests atop a rocky outcrop, a cat nestled beside them like a living shadow. The city’s lights flicker below, but here, time seems to stand still. With eyes that gleam like twin moons, Islamic observes the world with a quiet wisdom that belies their tranquil demeanor. The cat, a creature of mystery itself, serves as a conduit to realms unseen, a bridge between the mundane and the magical. As the night deepens, Islamic becomes a silent oracle, offering glimpses of truths hidden just beyond the veil of reality. To those who dare to seek their counsel, they speak in riddles and whispers, weaving a tapestry of dreams and destiny that lingers long after the sun has risen.’