The cat perched high on the limb. He sits silent and grim. No birds or geckos can capture his attention. He sits frozen. Unwilling. Hunting seems all an illusion. The feline lost his reason. Knowledge and instinct traded for what looks like confusion. The cat stares off into another dimension. Could there be? Beyond here, this kingdom. The cat stepped out of the veiled protection. Into the abyss, the fifth. The place of no return. Off to seek, to see what exists, behind the vapor, the light, the mist.
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