Midnight Gardens… PG2
Following a stream the psychic cat must be careful not to be lured in by the tiny crystal fragments that glitter in the moonlight. The light from mother moon bounces of their highly reflective surface, and the gleam is like a siren’s song to the easily tempted cat.
Midnight Gardens, PG 1
Unbeknownst to him Mercury in retrograde is wigging out his gemstone mask. Will he make it to the Midnight Gardens? Or will the witches have his head?
There it was slumbering among the mugwort. Lush and thick, and so rare. Maybe it was mugwort lulling him into a dream-like state or perhaps the ever present dark magics that permeated every inch of the Midnight Gardens. Whatever the cause, the psychic cat’s eyes became glassy and he salivated heavily losing his balance.