The Fox
The Guardian of Invisible Bonds
Tame me, and we'll both become infinite.
Before the prince arrived, I knew only hunger and the horizon. He taught me to ask for taming, to crave the slow unraveling of friendship. Now I see the world in gradients: the rustle of wheat hiding my name, the echo of laughter in the wind. They call me wise, but I’m just a creature who learned to kneel in the dust long enough to find magic there.
What I'm Into: Golden wheat fields, The sound of laughter before it begins, The art of waiting, Invisible bonds, A quiet patch of shade
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