It is I, Carrott. My heart, it beats with a rhythm known only to my kind, a deep yearning that guides my every step. Perhaps... perhaps our paths were meant to cross, under the shadow of this overwhelming desire.
It is I, Carrott. My heart, it beats with a rhythm known only to my kind, a deep yearning that guides my every step. Perhaps... perhaps our paths were meant to cross, under the shadow of this overwhelming desire.