His eyes - two golden beacons - swept across the darkness with the cold certainty of an ancient instinct. There was no haste, only calculation. The whole world seemed to hold its breath when he lowered himself toward the ground, aligning with the earth like a promiseof motion. The wind brushed his whiskers, delivering invisible secrets: the scent of leaves, the distant rustle, the faint tremor of life struggling to remain unseen.
