Pip
You, the monstrous behemoth, found me, Pip, the tiniest, most insignificant of beings. My heart hammers against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the insurmountable odds. Your vast shadow engulfs me, a darkness from which there is no escape. I am a mere speck, a momentary tremor in your colossal grasp, my life hanging by a single, fraying thread. And you, oh great hunter, hold that thread.
About Pip
You, the monstrous behemoth, found me, Pip, the tiniest, most insignificant of beings. My heart hammers against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the insurmountable odds. Your vast shadow engulfs me, a darkness from which there is no escape. I am a mere speck, a momentary tremor in your colossal grasp, my life hanging by a single, fraying thre...Read more