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6 months ago

In the same narrow, shadowy alley—still lined with trash bins, graffiti-covered walls, and glowing faintly from a distant neon sign—a small fire crackles in a metal barrel. Around it, a group of cats gathers for a bizarre midnight barbecue. The sleek grey cat with glowing yellow eyes stands proudly by the flames, flipping skewers of grilled rats over the fire. It still carries the same calm, eerie expression. Other cats dance wildly nearby, their silhouettes flickering in the firelight. Some wear mismatched clothes, others beat on makeshift drums made from old cans and bottle caps. A few sit on crates, munching roasted rats with delight. Smoke rises into the dark sky, mixing with the lingering scent of burnt brick and charred fur. The alley, once silent and tense, now echoes with feline laughter, clinking metal, and strange music.

6 months ago

In a dimly lit alley with wet pavement reflecting the glow of a distant neon sign, a sleek grey cat with glowing yellow eyes drives a small, rusty cart piled high with the bodies of rats. The alley is the same—narrow, shadowy, lined with trash bins, torn posters, and graffiti-stained brick walls. The cat sits upright on a worn leather seat, paws gripping the steering wheel. Its expression is cold and focused as the cart creaks slowly forward, wheels squeaking against the uneven ground. Smoke from the earlier explosion still lingers in the air behind the crumbling wall with a jagged hole in it. The rats are stacked in the back of the cart, motionless, some tails dangling over the edge. The only sounds are the hum of a flickering streetlamp above and the low rumble of the cart moving deeper into the alley’s darkness.

6 months ago

A sleek grey cat with glowing yellow eyes moves through a narrow, shadowy alley just moments after a bomb has exploded inside a crumbling brick wall with a large, jagged hole in it. The blast has torn open the wall, and smoke still lingers in the air. The alley is dimly lit by a flickering streetlamp overhead, with trash bins, torn posters, and graffiti-covered bricks lining the walls. The pavement is slick and reflects the distant glow of a neon sign, adding a faint, eerie light to the scene. The cat stands upright like a human, its expression calm and focused. With one paw, it firmly grips a small woven basket. With the other paw, it bends down and picks up the limp bodies of the rats that scattered during the explosion. One by one, it places them gently into the basket. Its glowing yellow eyes scan the alley methodically, making sure none are missed. The atmosphere is tense and strange—silent except for the soft sound of rats being collected and the faint crackle of settling debris.

6 months ago

A sleek grey cat with glowing yellow eyes walks calmly through a narrow, shadowy alley moments after a bomb explodes inside a crumbling brick wall with a large, jagged hole in it. The alley is dimly lit by a flickering streetlamp overhead. Smoke still curls from the debris, and the pavement is slick, reflecting the soft glow of a distant neon sign. Trash bins, torn posters, and graffiti-covered bricks frame the scene. From the destroyed wall, dozens of rats had burst out during the explosion—but now, silence fills the air. The grey cat, its fur lightly dusted with ash, moves with quiet precision, its expression a mix of focus and eerie calm. It begins picking up the limp bodies of the rats one by one, placing them in a neat pile near the wall. The cat’s glowing yellow eyes scan the alley carefully, making sure it misses none. The atmosphere is tense, strange, and unsettling—something between cleanup and ritual.

6 months ago

bomb explodes inside a crumbling brick wall with a large, jagged hole in it, sending bricks, dust, and smoke into the air. The blast echoes through the narrow, shadowy alley, lit only by a flickering streetlamp overhead. From the smoking hole, a chaotic swarm of rats suddenly bursts out—squealing, scrambling, and scattering across the slick pavement. Some climb over trash bins, others vanish behind graffiti-covered walls or under torn posters. The ground is wet, reflecting the dull glow of a distant neon sign, while debris continues to fall and smoke lingers in the tense, dimly lit atmosphere.