WHAT I SEE
I saw a fox lying on a pumpkin in an old wrecked house, judging by the weeds and branches growing all around. The house had old cupboards, potion bottles, and partially burned candles.
What I feel
Judging by the atmosphere of the house and the fox, the house has been abandoned for a long time. It seems to be the home of a witch, wizard, or herbalist. The fox looks lonely; since the place is unkept, it might have lost its master, and it doesn't want to leave, maybe because it grew up there and knows nothing of the wild. I don’t want to be deceived by the candle because it looks like something that could take forever to burn out.
THE FOX IN THE HOUSE
In a forgotten forest stood an abandoned, wrecked house overtaken by weeds and vines. Inside is a lone fox laying on a pumpkin surrounded by the remains of his master. Potion bottles, a cracked cupboard and a burning candle.
The fox, once cared for by this mysterious figure, now lived alone. Despite the freedom to leave, he chose to stay in the dilapidated house, tied to the only home he had ever known. The outside world, though nearby, felt foreign and dangerous to the creature, The fox was raised in the house and don't know how to survive in the wild.
Time moved slowly in the house. The fox would listen for any sign of his master’s return, but only silence greeted him. A single candle burned close to him, its small flame flickering endlessly.
Though he likely knew his master would never return, the fox stayed in the abandoned house, held by a mixture of hope and fear, and as long as the candle burned, the fox felt there was still a reason to remain—guarding the last remnants of a life he once knew.
