In the realm where feline whispers dance and angels tread on padded paws, a koan was born:
"When the midnight moon cloaks the world in obsidian silk, and the whispers of night take the form of cats with empyreal grace, how do you find your way to heaven's embrace?"
In the twilight of this mystical koan, one must ponder the mysteries of guidance and disguise, for it is within the soft purrs of angels masked as cats that the path to heaven's gate is revealed.
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