In ancient Rome, sacred cats守护 the eternal flame of Vesta. These quiet guardians moved through temple halls, their purrs blending with prayers and smoke.
Deep within Rome’s heart burned Vesta’s sacred flame. A single cat watched, still and solemn. Her eyes mirrored the fire’s glow.
She never blinked for long. Only the pure could tend this flame. And only cats could guard it truly.
Whiskers twitched at unseen disturbances in air. No mortal could sense what she knew. Shadows shifted when rituals were done wrong.
A single meow could halt a priestess. The flame flickered only when she allowed. Every night, she curled beside holy embers.