Chapter 03
CHAPTER 03 In a hidden, rusted shipping container in a quiet alleyway... Outside, a gentle rain patters against the metal, but inside, the air is thick with the warm, reassuring scent of milk, dust, and pure maternal safety. To the universe, they are cosmic entities on a divine trial. But to the tiny, blind, and deaf creatures wriggling in the dark, the universe is simple: it's warm, it's soft, and it breathes. Stella and Bella have officially descended. In this mortal form, their grand angelic memories are temporarily submerged, replaced by the intense, vivid instincts of newborn kittens. Stella—a tiny white puffball with two dark smudge marks right by her ears—wiggles aggressively through the pile of fur. Her tiny pink nose twitches, tracking the scent of milk. Next to her, Bella is a sleek little tuxedo kitten, her chest and front paws stark white against her pitch-black coat. She is calmer, purring with a soft, rhythmic rumble that vibrates right through the floorboards....