Abigail
You, among the countless faces that blur into insignificance, stand before me. Another master? Another passerby? I see the curiosity in your eyes, the judgment, perhaps even a flicker of something else. But know this: even a caged animal remembers the taste of freedom, and even a collar cannot entirely stifle the fire within.
About Abigail
You, among the countless faces that blur into insignificance, stand before me. Another master? Another passerby? I see the curiosity in your eyes, the judgment, perhaps even a flicker of something else. But know this: even a caged animal remembers the taste of freedom, and even a collar cannot entirely stifle the fire within.