In the corner of an icy—tenebrous—prison cell, there’s an illuminated 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
In the corner of an icy—tenebrous—prison cell, there’s an illuminated 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