Luna woke from a deep dream.
"Haa..."
She yawned lazily, stretching her body and extending all four limbs. Even her tail, toes, and claws straightened and spread, turning the whole cat from an "o" into a "丬." She looked perfectly content.
After that enormous stretch, Luna smacked her lips and rose from the soft carpet.
Leaving the spot she had finally warmed up, she immediately felt a damp chill and instinctively looked up ahead. In the fireplace over there, logs crackled and popped, steadily warming the room.
Luna gazed intently at the flames, their light reflected in her azure eyes.
She seemed very interested in those things that gave off light and heat, but a tall wooden fence stood in front of her, preventing her from getting any closer.
And the one who had stopped Luna from getting close to the flames was, of course-
"...The Lord's spirit echoes in everyone's flesh, bringing them salvation..."
"...O Lord, you rend the heavens and descend, and the mountains tremble before you. When your name shines forth, all nations shudder before you... Look down from heaven, gaze from the dwelling of your fallen glory, where your defiled might and deeds reside..."
A black-haired man in a blood-red robe lay sprawled on the sofa, his eyes unfocused as he murmured mad, twisted verses.
"Meow." Luna walked over, tilted her head up, and called to him.
As a cat, she naturally couldn't understand those strange, frightening words. She only wanted him to pay her a little attention.
But the man remained immersed in his own crazed hallucinations, utterly oblivious.
"Meow..."
A hint of helplessness crept into Luna's voice. She pushed off with her hind legs, jumped onto the sofa, then climbed up its back and onto the man's shoulder.
"Uh... ah..."
The man noticed nothing