the villain arrives, and the hero never comes
Behold! Along comes the destroyer of this world.
Hide! Hunter of disgrace that you must fear.
Recognize its whiskers, its small feet. Its long tail moves all the time.
Scourge of this Earth, in search of what belongs to it.
Look at your feet! Run!
People hold their breath. They hide in the shadows and wait until it’s gone. Why? They fear the end. It has always been a faraway dream, but now it’s so clear. They prepared a trap. But The Hunter knows better. It extends its whiskers along the ground. Fast, silent, it looks for the sweet cheese. It’s its property after all, like everything else beyond the sun’s reach.
Only the Hero can stop it. But he’s far away, posing as a model. His claws are so polished. His face is so clean. What a nice suit! He’s definitely not hungry. Yes, the glory consumes his time. Yes! it keeps him busy. It prevents him from realizing that the slipping reality will keep him as a glorious photo of the past. Forever.