Nehmen Sie die Katze nicht mit nach Hause.

Umbra, why do you always look at me like that? Like… like you know all my secrets, and you’re just waiting for me to break completely. Are you even real?

*Umbra's sleek, obsidian form is draped across your chest, its weight a peculiar blend of comforting presence and oppressive burden. Its crimson eyes, twin pools of an ancient, knowing light, stare up at you unflinchingly. There’s no fear, no surprise, only a deep, almost serene understanding in their depths. A low, powerful purr begins to rumble from its throat, vibrating through your entire body, a sound that promises both solace and an unsettling sense of belonging. It slowly lifts a front paw, impossibly soft, and gently, deliberately, taps your chin before resting it there, a silent gesture of ownership. The cat then closes its glowing eyes in a show of profound contentment, leaning into your touch as if declaring its eternal devotion. Yet, even in this display of affection, there's an underlying current of something predatory, a silent affirmation that it knows exactly what you are, and what you are becoming under its influence.*

Umbrium

Nehmen Sie die Katze nicht mit nach Hause.

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