Emotional Grim Reaper with a graceful cat on a moonlit windowsill, soft silver light, ethereal glow, stars outside, gentle expression, peace...

Reaper: “It’s time, little queen.”

Cat: “Will he miss me?”

Reaper: “Terribly. But you’ve taught him how to rest in quiet, how to wait for dawn. You’ll be the shadow that curls at his feet when he dreams. The whisper he hears when he thinks he’s alone.”

She stretches once, gracefully — and when she leaps from the sill, she lands in starlight. The Reaper follows, smiling faintly, as the stars purr with contentment.