The old cemetery had been abandoned for centuries, a relic of the past left to the whims of nature. Locals whispered about it but no one dared to come near after sunset. Hidden in the depths of a forgotten forest, this place was more than just a resting ground for the ᴅᴇᴀᴅ—it was a crossroads between the world of the living and the unknown. At the heart of it all stood the Gate of Silence, the threshold through which few had ever dared to cross.

Whispers from the Forgotten Graves

As night fell, the cemetery stirred. The graves seemed to sigh, the air heavy with the memories of those long pᴀssed. The Watcher sat still as ever, its eyes glowing faintly in the dark. There were rumors of the spirits who wandered the grounds after dusk, searching for peace that eluded them in life. And the cat—forever silent—watched, waiting, as it had for centuries.

The Eternal Guardian Awaits

In the silence of the cemetery, the Watcher waits—eternal, unmoved, bound to the Gate of Silence. Time pᴀsses, the seasons change, but the cat remains vigilant. For beyond the gate, the forgotten souls wander, and The Watcher—faithful as ever—will guard their secrets, until the end of days.