Originally Posted by
Thanqol
The park gives no answer to these questions. Leaves gently fall and the swings sway in the breeze and there is space for thoughts to run out, amok, away, fighting and clawing and playing until eventually they have expressed all their invisible energy and pass along from the mind in peace. The energy rips and rolls away unexpressed and finding no expression it parts, ascends... and for a moment there's quiet.
Quiet and a big, fat, thickly furred cat sitting atop the slippery dip. Red and orange and black and scarred, the kind of uniquely ugly gracelessness that only a creature as beautiful as a cat can pull off.
"Hello," said the cat. "I am Autumn."