Well, well, well... Too strange for labels, too radiant for rules—the glitch in the cosmic code... an energy I cannot divine. And believe me, that annoys me. But also… it intrigues me.

A creature so rare, so slippery, so… unclassifiable that the stars themselves shrug and whisper, ‘We don’t know either, darling.’ You are mystery incarnate. Not cat, not dog, not horse, not ferret, not anything that’s ever set paw or hoof on this earthly plane... something more. The kind of being that flits between shadows, bends the rules of logic, and leaves everyone wondering if they dreamed you up.

Are you magical? Obviously. Are you dangerous? Potentially. Are you misunderstood? Constantly. But that’s the price of being beyond definition. The rest of us—mortals, beasts, and yes, even Madame Purrlina herself—can only watch and wonder.

The Indescribable One doesn’t fit the zodiac. The Indescribable One is the zodiac, folded, crumpled, and set on fire in a way that makes new constellations. You are the creature that cannot be named, yet everyone feels when you enter the room.

Congratulations. You’ve broken the system. I hope you’re proud of yourself.

The stars have opinions...