"The First University campus, shrouded in the twilight, appeared particularly tranquil and serene.
On both sides of the tree-lined road, the wide leaves of the fallen cassia trees blocked the chilly moonlight, casting dappled shadows on the stone-paved path. The low hum of the gourd combined with the clear ringing of bells from the nearby bushes created a harmonious duet.
A small, white kitten, following the rhythm of the symphony, frolicked and danced joyously in the dim world.
The kitten, at only two or three months old, was at a curious age where its fuzzy fur had not yet completely shed and its cries still carried a hint of milk.
Now, the kitten was fascinated by a butterfly.
A black butterfly.
The butterfly flitted leisurely in mid-air. It appeared lifeless, as lifeless as a scrap of paper, and like a piece of the night sky that was torn off. Its tranquility was a mesmerizing scene.
The kitten too seemed fascinated by this special insect.
