In the small cathedral of muscle and instinct,
the hind limbs do not strike—they harvest.
Not in anger, but in memory of a hunt
written long before the first house was built.
― Elyria
In the small cathedral of muscle and instinct,
the hind limbs do not strike—they harvest.
Not in anger, but in memory of a hunt
written long before the first house was built.
― Elyria