Under the mid-autumn moon, palace cats gathered in the Jade Courtyard for a ceremony known only to the empress… a silent pact between royalty and feline, honoring balance, intuition, and the unseen. They came not as pets, but as sacred participants… aligning with celestial tides, receiving offerings of lotus and milk. Their stillness was prayer. Their presence, protection. When dawn broke, they disappeared… but the energy remained. For in the imperial belief, the moon did not just rule the night… it spoke. And only the cats truly listened.