Shamefully, I admired him, never dreaming he would come to this.
A narrator's forbidden admiration for a brilliant but dangerous figure takes a supernatural and catastrophic turn.
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Those intelligent, luminous eyes and his unrestrained words—he seemed like the son of a god or a demon.
Whenever he spoke to me, my entire body went rigid, and soon my hands trembled uncontrollably.
That night, red snowflakes fell inside an empty birdcage.
He asked me: "Won't you become one with me?"
I hesitated, uncertain. "How could a lowly thing like me ever dare..."
Then the birdcage door opened, and a cat leaped out and swallowed us both.
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