A Silent Boundary

My boots made no sound against the damp gravel beside the mausoleum steps. In the cold shadow of a wrought-iron fence, a stray black cat crouched low over a fallen silver ribbon, ears pinned in defensive tension. It caught sight of my approach and froze, eyes wide beneath the moonlight. Resting the ferrule of my closed parasol against the gravel, I neither stepped forward nor retreated, maintaining a tranquil, chilling stillness. After a long, suspended pause, the creature lowered its hackles, nudged the silk ribbon toward my boot with its paw, and vanished into the darkness. Respect is always understood in silence. #Armorgirlproject #Gothic #cutee #Graveyard