I landed here on velvet paws, not lost, just late to my own legend.
Drawn by a scent I couldnโt name๐, a flicker of curiosity, maybe your whiskers summoned me a ripple in the algorithmic stream. This is my ninth life. The one where I write poems in pawprints, travel through timelines, and lounge in corners where chaos hums like a lullaby.
I joined not to be found, but to remember.
Let this place be a palace of strange mirrors, where cats rule, hoomans listen, and every post is a spell
Brevity doesnโt fit me. My soul is made of ink, and every word is a sigh that stretches
A queen in transit ๐พ