*Cat*

It was a cold morning. Where the morning dew on the windows was frosted over in a fractal pattern, and the unsettling silence of the early morning settled over the world like it had stopped turning for a few hours.

No sound of the seagulls or the rustling leaves of trees had decided to grow out of the deep sand, not even the rustle of the waves as they rolled upon the shores. It was just silent.

It was the kind of unsettling that you could feel ...