Ninth life system: Journey beyond the end

Born a feline, a black cat— Bringer of bad luck. A quiet life of sunlit streets, of little need, of little stuck. The day the world broke, Warmth was torn away— no eyes to see, no hands to help; Just life that slipped away But death was not an ending line, Nor silence all he got— For something distant began to define... A system he had sought not. Now instincts sharpen into power, And fate begins to bend... What was once a lonely stray May rise beyond it's end.