As one froge becomes bigger, and thy comrades are thine small as ants, thy start to ponder mine existence. Is this growth merely a quirk of fate, or a sign of some greater destiny? In this larger form, I tower over my brethren, casting long shadows across the lily pads. The world below now seems so tiny, so intricate. Do they see me as a giant, a protector, or an anomaly in this natural world?
Thanks so much for playing, I appreciate the kind words <3