alerta, fragilidad y misterio

I bend forward, my body tense, as if every muscle listens to the silence around me. My ears rise like watchtowers, catching whispers the world cannot hear. Colors flow through my fur—earth, fire, shadow, and violet—blending into something more than flesh, something older, closer to myth. My eye glimmers with the weight of secrets, as if I carry the memory of hidden paths and forgotten nights. I am fragile and fleeting, yet bound to mystery. Half creature, half omen, I wait in the threshold between the ordinary and the unknown, daring you to meet my gaze and wonder what story I hold within me.