A little white cat stands at the end of an old Victorian asylum corridor.
The corridor remains unchanged by its brief occupancy; it keeps its long, measured silence, while the little white cat, indifferent and watchful, moves on into the asylum’s soft shadows.
A little white cat stands at the end of an old Victorian asylum corridor.
The corridor remains unchanged by its brief occupancy; it keeps its long, measured silence, while the little white cat, indifferent and watchful, moves on into the asylum’s soft shadows.
