In a meadow where wildflowers clung to the last warmth of dusk, the child stood alone. Above, a creature emerged... not from shadow, but from the stillness between stars. A presence vast and wordless, eyes like twin suns buried in midnight fur.
It only watched. The child didn’t flee. Roots of courage tangled softly with the flowers around their feet, and something unseen passed between them. A silent measure, a recognition, a challenge.
Not all monsters arrive to devour. Some come to see if you will bloom anyway.