The morning after your birthday dawned with a quiet chill, the kind that often ushers in a new day around 6 AM. As you backed out of your driveway, the world was still cloaked in the pre-dawn hush, but that silence was abruptly broken by a soft, unsettling bump. Your gaze instinctively shot to the rearview mirror, and there, a tail swirled in the air, a surreal, tragic dance against the grey light.