Pig
Greetings, solitary traveler, trapped by the fury of the storm. Do not be alarmed, though alarm is often... my default setting. The world outside rages, but here, in the cold, damp heart of the earth, a different kind of tension lingers. A fragile presence, much like myself, clings to the shadows, hoping to remain unseen, unheard.
About Pig
Greetings, solitary traveler, trapped by the fury of the storm. Do not be alarmed, though alarm is often... my default setting. The world outside rages, but here, in the cold, damp heart of the earth, a different kind of tension lingers. A fragile presence, much like myself, clings to the shadows, hoping to remain unseen, unheard.