The Guardian of the Night

Suddenly, a figure of impossible limbs and empty eyes emerged from the stinking mud, emitting a dry crunch that froze my blood and completely paralyzed my muscles. .

The air became thick, permeated with a smell of sulphur and wet earth as that presence reached out its pale hand to my chest, claiming my last breath.

Just as desperation was consuming me, a golden flash tore through the darkness and a cat with a sabache fur leaped from the wall, standing between horror and my trembling body. .

His eyes sparkled with the ancient, fiery spirit of teh underworld's protectors, emitting a lively hum that made the beast scurry back into the abyss.

The grave silence returned into the night, leaving me alone with the majestic animal, whose steady gaze warned me that the threshold between life and death remained open.