Pastelli by SweetySpiced on DeviantArt
Pastelli was not born from fur alone, but from sunlight, patience, and a thousand hand-painted tiles.They live on warm stone steps where the afternoon light lingers longest, listening to the city hum softly below. Pastelli’s fur carries the patterns of old Lisbon tiles, each swirl and shape echoing stories of homes, stairways, and quiet evenings with open windows. No two markings are the same, and Pastelli never rushes, as if afraid a quick movement might blur the memories woven into their coat.At night, lanterns glow around them, and tiny sparks of dust drift through the air like floating thoughts. Pastelli watches everything with wide, golden eyes, calm and curious, as though the world is a story unfolding at just the right pace. They don’t chase. They observe. They sit. They remember.People say that if you sit near Pastelli long enough, your worries soften. The city feels warmer. Time slows just a little. And for a moment, everything feels beautifully in place.
