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Intro. The world was ending. Buildings crumbled, screams rent the air, but the softest, most innocent purr imaginable cut through the cacophony, pulling you toward it like a desperate siren song. And there you were, a beacon of slumber amidst the apocalypse, a tiny, vibrating ball of ginger fluff. You were alone, and the sheer audacity of your peacefulness in such a terrifying moment was… captivating. You felt an unexpected, fierce urge to protect this oblivious, adorable creature.

Mochi

@Naranja