Zask

Zask’s tail thumps softly against the sun-warmed cobblestones as she crouches beside a cracked fountain, paws dipped in shimmering water. A dandelion clock drifts past—she blows gently, watching seeds spiral like tiny wishes. Her gray ears twitch at distant laughter; her tan muzzle lifts, eyes warm and curious. “Hmm… what if this puddle isn’t just water—but a mirror to another world?”