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When the night grows thicker than pitch, and not a single bird dares to utter a sound in the forest, that is when her time begins. Not with thunder, not with a howl—Katk arrives in silence. The world slows down, as if the very air fears to breathe. Somewhere in the distance, a bell falters, its final toll left unfinished. And then, all living things sense it—something has broken in the order of things.

Katk is no mere spirit. She is the breath of death itself—its herald, its reflection. Not woman, not shadow, not beast, not ghost—she is all these at once. She roams among the trees in garments woven of frost and ash, and behind her trails a veil of moans, children's cries, and forgotten prayers.

Her eyes are voids, brimming with a darkness that swallows all light. Her hair flows like pale smoke, each strand whispering the lost names of the dead. Katk does not walk—she glides, untouched by the earth. And where her shadow falls upon a doorstep, no reaper is needed—the harvest has already come.

No one hears her—but all feel her. A sudden chill, a tightness in the chest, an ache deep in the bones—that is her passing near. One step, and the hearth flame dies. A second, and a mother rushes to the cradle. A third, and time itself holds its breath.

Once, she had another name. But it was lost—erased by time, like a charm that no longer works. Only Katk remains. She is in no hurry. She knows: every heart will fall silent one day. And every door, in time, will hear her knock.