"It’s too cold," she whispered to the empty room. "The equation isn't balancing."
Angelica picked up the Red Fox. It was warm to the touch, vibrating with potential energy. She kissed the cool ruby surface of its forehead. "Then become the foundation."
"It’s too cold," she whispered to the empty room. "The equation isn't balancing."
Angelica picked up the Red Fox. It was warm to the touch, vibrating with potential energy. She kissed the cool ruby surface of its forehead. "Then become the foundation." x art angelica red fox four