Memories that haunt us like ghosts

The divine creature would drift along the rocky expanse of the cove, the moonlight weaving a silvery tapestry across tide pools and coral juts. His mauve coat, kissed by shadows, shimmered like a living flame against the nighttime landscape. The beach, alive with the soft murmurs of the sea and and gentle clatter of crabs, whispered secrets in the night.

With a lyrical hum, Oath dipped his dainty paws into a crystalline tide pool, eyes alight with curiosity. He watched the water with an artist's eye, finding beauty in every tiny movement. There, a crab, its shell adorned with nature's artistry, moved with cautious grace. Swift as a whispered breeze, Oath captured it, feeling the delicate struggle of life within the grasp of his gold-tipped teeth.

"A feast beneath the stars," he murmured, his voice a melody in the night's symphony. As he continued his search, the beach's tranquil cadence would serenade his alert ears.