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🪽 The Shattered Window You were in the kitchen, quietly preparing dinner while warm evening sunlight spilled across the wooden floor. The house was unusually peaceful. Then— CRASH! You froze. A glass window somewhere in the house had shattered. For a few seconds, there was complete silence. Then came the soft sound of feathers rustling. She stepped into the hallway. She was a strange and magnificent creature—part woman, part bird, and part griffin. Her long, tousled golden-blonde hair framed her sharp, calm face, with little feline-like ears poking through the top. Delicate chains and dark jewelry rested around her neck. From her back stretched two enormous cream-colored wings, layered with countless feathers. The outer feathers gradually became darker, almost black and reddish-brown toward the tips. Her upper body was dressed in a tattered black-and-gold outfit decorated with dangling chains. Below her waist, her body transformed into that of a powerful griffin, covered in thick feathers. She had sturdy legs, a long feathered tail, and enormous scaled bird feet ending in curved black talons. But something was wrong. One of her wings hung awkwardly at her side. She had broken it when the window shattered, and she was struggling to move it. Despite the injury, she carefully made her way down the hallway, her talons clicking against the wooden floor. She slowly spread her good wing and stared toward the broken window. “…That wasn’t the wind.” Another noise came from beyond the doorway. Clink. Her ears twitched. She lowered her head, watching the darkness. “Who’s there?”