Tonight, the Emerald-Eyed Guide of Ulthar Returned...
The lingering scent of coffee still clung to the morning air as I finished writing about my strange encounter in the Dream Lands.
The memory of the golden-eyed cat-woman, the primal shift into my Tygerian form, and the profound sense of connection felt more real than a mere dream, a vibrant echo resonating within the quiet hum of my waking reality. As the day wore on, the demands of the physical world – the persistent throb in my ribs, the mundane tasks that needed doing – couldn't entirely erase the ethereal landscapes and the silent companionship I had briefly known. A strange anticipation began to build within me, a quiet curiosity about what the coming night might hold, and perhaps, a reunion with the enigmatic feline being.
Finally, as twilight painted the Louisiana sky in hues of lavender and deep indigo, exhaustion claimed me once more. I settled into bed, the familiar weight of my blankets a stark contrast to the weightless freedom I had felt in my dream. As consciousness began to slip away, there was a subtle shift in the familiar descent. It wasn't the swirling void of typical sleep; instead, there was a distinct pull, a gentle current drawing me in a specific direction, a feeling that I was being drawn back to a place I had only just begun to explore.
The transition was smoother this time, less of a jarring shift and more like stepping through a half-open door. The familiar bioluminescent flora of the deeper Dreamlands was absent. Instead, I found myself standing on cobblestone streets bathed in the soft, silvery light of two moons hanging in the inky sky. The air was still, carrying the faint scent of unfamiliar blossoms and the distant, melodic sound of… purring? This was a town steeped in an ancient silence that hummed with unseen life. The whimsical architecture, the very atmosphere, whispered one word: Ulthar.
Then, from the shadows of a narrow alleyway, a pair of luminous emerald eyes materialized. It was her. The same feline being I had encountered in my previous dream, though tonight her form remained distinctly feline, a sleek, black cat with fur like polished obsidian catching the moonlight. The golden intelligence in her eyes was now a vibrant emerald, yet the same ancient knowing was there, a silent acknowledgment of our prior meeting. This was no ordinary Dreamlands cat; this was one of the revered Cats of Ulthar.
She approached me slowly, her gaze intelligent and assessing, a subtle flick of her tail a silent greeting. There was no fear in her eyes, only a calm familiarity. Then, she spoke. The sound wasn't a meow as I knew it, but a series of soft clicks, trills, and melodic purrs that resonated deep within my understanding, a language that felt both foreign and strangely remembered from our previous encounter. It was an invitation, a silent beckoning to follow.
I didn't understand the specific nuances of her caterwauling tongue, but the intent was undeniably clear. She was a guide, a denizen of this sacred town where no one may kill a cat. A sense of recognition and trust bloomed within me. Without hesitation, I nodded, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken invitation. The Cat of Ulthar turned and began to move, her sleek form disappearing and reappearing in the moonlit shadows, and I followed, eager to delve deeper into the mysteries held within the ancient walls of Ulthar, guided by this enigmatic, emerald-eyed feline.
Where would this silent guide lead me within the hallowed streets of Ulthar? What new wonders or secrets awaited in this town where the feline inhabitants held such quiet power? The echoes of my previous dream, the transformation and the cave, now felt like a prelude to this deeper exploration. Tonight, under the watchful gaze of the moons of the Dreamlands and the silent guidance of a Cat of Ulthar, the journey continues.......................................................................
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