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The ninety-year-old bungalow stood majestically on top of the slightly inclined forest-filled peak. It had been meticulously restored and revitalized. The whirling, singing wind chimes sent waves of welcome.

The beautiful landscape was touched delicately by unique and colorful flowers.  Inside the variegated garden lay an inviting stone path that twisted and turned through a wood-stained arbor, then rested in front of the layered shale stones, encompassing an oval-shaped lily pond.  The apple-green leaves with brilliant white centers floated aimlessly on the rippling surface while the daring orange natives swam deep within the dark, watery habitat.

But what captured the angelic peacefulness and the pure essence of a warm, gentle summer breeze were the lost and wandering feline souls that beckoned to find eternal happiness inside this intimate haven.  It was there, buried within the aura of sanctification and earthly serenity, that tiny furry footsteps could be heard only as a whisper, a tender touch of gentleness that only they could hear.  Within the radiating waves of sunlight, the long-lost and forgotten angry cries of loneliness and merciless suffering finally came to rest. There was no more fear, only innocent tranquility. 

This apparition of ministering spirits had begun so long ago that time itself had neither recollection of a beginning, nor could ever imagine a definitive end. No human dared or even supposed intervention with this earthly affiliation between spirit and soul.  And so, through all its glorious corridors through time, it came to repose there, the echo of an everlasting hymn overflowing with the heart-filled promise of never-ending love.