The night was dark and cold, the moon hiding behind a thick veil of clouds. The only sounds that could be heard were the distant hoots of an owl and the soft rustling of leaves in the wind.
In the shadows, two glowing eyes could be seen, piercing the darkness like daggers. They belonged to a cat, watching intently as a group of moths fluttered around a nearby streetlamp. The moths seemed to be drawn to the light, their delicate wings fluttering rapidly as they danced around the glowing orb.
It was as though the moths were not mere insects, but something much more powerful and otherworldly. They seemed to possess a dark magic that was beyond the cat’s comprehension.
And so, the cat retreated into the shadows, its hunger forgotten in the face of this unearthly phenomenon. As it slunk away, the moths continued their frenzied dance, their wings beating against the darkness like the beating of a thousand tiny drums.