Capítulo 28: Story 28: Whispers of the Rain

As the rain pattered softly against the window, the warm glow of a red lantern illuminated the dark night scene. The peaceful sound of the falling rain was only broken by the occasional distant rumble of thunder. Luna, the black cat, sat on the windowsill, her eyes reflecting the nostalgic memories of a time long past.

Inside the cozy, traditional house, Mira, an old woman with kind eyes and a weathered face, sat in her favorite chair, knitting. The room was filled with the comforting smell of tea and freshly baked bread. Mira often spoke to Luna, as if the cat could understand every word. "Tonight feels different, Luna," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the rain. "Almost as if something is about to happen."