The Tiger King’S Diary

The ruler of the tiger spirits, during his nightly rounds across the misty peaks, stumbled upon a trembling little “devoured ghost”—so fragile and pitiful it stirred his cold heart. The tiny spirit wouldn’t stop weeping, its translucent form quivering like leaves in the wind. Annoyed yet oddly protective, the fearsome tiger king growled, “Enough with the tears! What if… I took you under my wing?” [A ruthless monarch of the wild meets a helpless, endearing specter—unlikely sparks fly.] Their dynamic unfolds as the mighty beast softens, while the ghost, though naive, brings unexpected warmth to his solitary reign.