Hush-a-bye, spirit, in the tree so high... (Patreon)

The forest whispers, soft and deep,

It's time for kitty to fall asleep.

Her tail has twitched, her magic spun,

A day of pranks and harmless fun.

She hid the spoons and moved the chairs,

Caught the guards quite unawares.

But as the golden sun descends,

She dreams of all her precious friends.

For though she teases, laughs, and plays,

And lazes through the sunny days,

Her heart is full, her bond is true,

Watching over them—and you.

Rest now, Viridian. The silence here isn't lonely; it's just a pause before the next adventure. Even a mischievous Nekomata needs to recharge to keep the Woodheart Cafe lively.