FoxSongArt 

  Rain lashed the filthy streets, turning the city into a gloomy canvas of grey walls and slippery stone. Sol, sheltered under the awning of an old forge, counted coins – her meager daily haul. Melancholy gripped her heart. This world, full of dangers and betrayal, seemed like a huge, cruel cage to her. She dreamed of silence, of a place where she wouldn't be pursued by glances full of suspicion or pity.Just then, a beam of light glinted, reflected in a puddle at her feet. Not just light – a strange, cold, electric gleam. Sol looked up. In the mud, nearly trampled by passersby, lay an unusual object: a smooth, black rectangle with blue edges, thin as a plank, but with a mirror-like surface that dimly shimmered even under the rain. Smartphone. The word surfaced in her memory from fragments of knowledge of her past world. But this one... it seemed different. Unusually heavy, emitting a barely perceptible vibration, more like a quiet moan.Curiosity overcame caution. Sol picked it up. The surface was icy. She ran her finger over it, pressed the round button – and the mirror came alive. A ghostly blue screen lit up, but instead of app icons, there was only chaos: scrolling lines of incomprehensible symbols, flickering geometric shapes, merging and disintegrating like a nightmarish kaleidoscope, and also some white spots. And in the midst of this digital vortex – a small figure. A girl. She sat hugging her knees, her face hidden by long, golden hair. Her silhouette trembled with silent sobs.Mirai. The name flared in Sol's consciousness with inexplicable clarity. Not just a name – a cry for help, despair, coming through the cold glass."Hey! You there!" – Sol tapped her fingernail on the screen, feeling foolish. But the figure flinched. A pale, exhausted little face lifted, with huge, already despairing green eyes. Eyes met – Mirai's living, suffering eyes and Sol's eyes full of anxious sympathy.Help... – not sound, but a vibration, an echo in the very bone of the dragon claw hand holding the phone. – Dark... Scary... Can't get out...Shreds of feelings, images flooded from the mirror into her consciousness: a dark room, a voice that froze the blood, a flash of light, unbearable compression, falling into an endless digital void. Mirai wasn't just confined – her essence had been torn from the world and imprisoned in this cold trap. The phone wasn't just a device – it was a magical artifact, a "Black Mirror," used by someone with evil intent to capture souls."Hold on!" – whispered Sol, her own fears retreating before the face of another's, much sharper despair.The phone screen lit up with a blinding white and abruptly went dark. The vibration intensified, turning into a hum. Sol felt the device become unbearably hot, but didn't let go.And suddenly – a crack! A thin web of cracks blossomed on the black mirror. From the center of the cracks burst a beam of pure, golden light with ears. And then no longer a beam, but a silhouette... which gained flesh, color, weight.The phone in the girl's hands went dark, extinguished and lifeless, just a piece of cold plastic and glass. The cracks on the screen resembled a scar.Mirai lifted her head. Rain washed her dirty face, rinsing away traces of digital tears. She gasped, trembled, but in her green eyes, for the first time in a long time, was not horror, but stunned disbelief and... anger? She stared at Sol....  

Oh, how much work and study now! But look what I drew! (*^^*)

  Mirai, a young fox with a soul spun from melodies, was born beneath the grace of the Deity of Music and Song. Her lineage, humble and unassuming, had thrived for centuries in harmony with the fields where the wind whispered secrets to the wheat and dawn painted the sky in watercolor sunsets. Yet it was not merely her love of the open plains that earned her the name Fieldborn. Her fur shimmered like molten gold, each strand a captured sunbeam that scattered amber sparks with every step. Her days brimmed with the hum of meadow cicadas, dashes along dew-kissed trails, and the mysteries murmured by stars in the velvet night… until war tore through her world like a dissonant chord shattering a symphony’s hush.It arrived without warning—a cacophony of iron roars, lung-searing ash, and screams that clawed at the soul. The conquerors’ race trampled the fields, turning them into a wasteland where fear and death ripened instead of grain. Mirai’s village became a theater of anguish; soil that once cradled children’s laughter now drank greedily from rivers of tears. Wounded and stripped even of the right to weep, she was sold into bondage, shackled by chains heavier than iron—chains of silence. Yet fate, that capricious storyteller, led her to him: a statuesque stranger with eyes colder than the winter moon. He claimed her as “his,” a plaything whose spirit he vowed to crush beneath the weight of his dominion…But does the death of a sprout not sow the seed of rebirth? Her paws, once swift through the grass, now trembled beneath humiliation, yet deep within her gilded eyes still flickered an ember. A spark that whispered: Even the darkest void births stars. Was this meeting her end—or the first verse in a ballad of resurrection? For sometimes, to sing anew, strings must first snap…P.S. The story breathes, alive and aching. What awaits her next—a plunge into the abyss or wings toward the light? The answer lies in the chapters to come, where tears may yet crystallize into dewdrops of hope…