I am cryptid, made in the minds of the lost and hungering.
You might ask whether I exist without them, or, whether I am the sounds of rustling leaves in an empty forest, or, the crunch of a snowy footprint in the wilderness of time.
All I know, is that I bring challenge to those who would hunt me down. Fear to those who don’t know me. Lust swells in some when they see the size of what I offer. But, I bring love to those who climb into my lap and look me in the eye.
