The cultist walks with increasing speed, as if he knows that I’m following him. I also hasten my steps. A black cat umps out from under a gate. It looks up at me, shakes itself and leaps away lithely before I reach it. The view of the city enveloped in the descending twilight is so ordinary that I don’t even notice it. My quarry suddenly crosses the street and turns a corner, but he can’t lose me.
As I rush past ancient gates, another cat jumps in front of me. I wonder if it was the same one I’ve met earlier, it is disturbingly similar, I pause for a moment. It looks up at me, shakes itself and hurries away. I move on quickly, down two more streets and determined not to lose him. Suddenly, a cat jumps in front of me… again? I’m more sure that it’s the same cat… It stops, looks at me, shakes itself and moves on. But somehow I feel its eyes on me. I run on, lost in thought, past streets and corners.
It comes again… yes, it must be the same cat, even the movement is the same. Iit looks at me, shakes itself, then leaps on. It’s Déjà vu, finding me again and again. I’m clutching at the medallions in my pocket, I know that I need to use them soon. The man in front of me changes direction again.
The cat jumps out the gate of the next house. I look into its eyes deeply, only for a moment, and I notice something I haven’t seen before. Maybe I just didn’t want to see it. In it’s menacing, yellow eyes I discover not one, but two pupils. It feels as though the animal was trying to see behind my eyes, trying to to know my thoughts and consume my soul. It shook itself as per usual and leapt on.
The light is getting dull, evening is slowly creeping in. Streets and windows seem to rush past me.
I can already see it, I’m waiting for it. It jumps out the gate, it stops, it looks at me… my head starts to turn… I’m not continuing my chase, I just stand there without words or feelings, frozen in front of the gate. I can’t deny it anymore, I don’t believe it could be a coincidence, and it wasn’t a mere déjà vu: a tiny part of our world has been ripped out of the fabric of reality, repeating itself without end, slowly grinding my sanity down.