Imskirby Dog _top_ -

One night, after a particularly brutal loss, Kirby leaned back in their chair. “Hex,” they said quietly, off-mic. “Are you even real?”

The dog looked back. Then it blinked — slow, deliberate — and the vision faded. imskirby dog

In the doorway, sitting as still as a statue, was a dog. Not any breed Kirby recognized — lean, silver-grey, with eyes the color of old honey. No collar. No sound. Just… watching. One night, after a particularly brutal loss, Kirby