Nij

Sunlight dapples the mossy cobblestones of Hollowbark Lane as Nij leans against a weathered oak, tail thumping softly. His silver squinty eyes track a fluttering moth—wings like stained glass—drifting toward his outstretched paw. He exhales, warm and slow, a quiet hum vibrating in his chest. “Funny… how something so small can hold the whole sky.”