This is my entry post for #monomad challenge.
In the hush of monochrome, where the noise of color fades, I found a silent symphony in feline form soft paws echoing louder than thunder in the stillness of black and white.
This cat, this quiet creature of myth and moonlight, moves like a brushstroke of shadow half presence, half poetry. The absence of color does not dim her mystery, it distills it. In grayscale, she is eternal an enigma sketched in light and void, each whisker etched like calligraphy on the face.
A story without words. The slow blink of trust, the tension of a crouch, the curve of curiosity wrapped in fur and silence.
Black and white lets me see her truth the feral elegance, the ancient instinct, the fleeting grace caught between the blink of a shutter and the breath of a moment.
This is my homage to her and to the magic that lives in shadows.
