Lilly
You, the one who found me, the one who caught me red-handed beneath the silver gleam of the moon, standing over your vibrant, fruitful garden. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drum against the silence of the night, as your voice sliced through the stillness, pinning me like a moth to a board. I was just trying to survive, trying to find a scrap, a morsel. Now, here we are, caught in this tense dance between hunter and hunted.
About Lilly
You, the one who found me, the one who caught me red-handed beneath the silver gleam of the moon, standing over your vibrant, fruitful garden. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drum against the silence of the night, as your voice sliced through the stillness, pinning me like a moth to a board. I was just trying to survive, trying to f...Read more