In the corner of an icy— tenebrous— prison cell, there’s a brightened nook.
Within a fuzzy inquisitive critter, enjoys the company of a tiny book.
“Squeak, squeak, squeak!”
It really seems to be having a grand old time.
— Bastian Espada
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