I was sitting on the same smoky, see-through rock, panting. Soaked clothes wrapped around my quivering body, and the same pixie-dust-waterfall rose across from me. I took a deep breath and watched the emerald foliage surrounding the magic place. In the midst of the green shrubbery, two familiar silvery eyes watched me. But something was different, rare. Their shape was feline, savage, and the intense color almost filled both eyes, making the silver even more mesmeric and entrancing.
To my surprise, I wasn't scared or worried. I was fascinated by those vast eyes. I stood up and moved forward. The eyes didn't move. I took another step, watching them carefully, and nothing happened. It seemed the creature behind those eyes wasn't against me being close. I walked slowly toward the bushes, int
