GMK CYL Fox Keycaps

Autumn is change incarnate; reddened leaves and evergreen needles dance along its breeze. Warm-blooded creatures breathe clouds and bask in colors at dawn. Stumps beckon mankind and forest denizens alike, home for seconds or years. GMK Fox, a liminal mystery, can be found against this backdrop.

Singed sienna bursts from a burning sassafras stand, frolicking to its prey. Playful footprints dot the dark soil. Bright eyes dim momentarily; a mouse escaped rooting paws, exposing a darting cream tail. “An enigma,” the fox thinks, “how such things happen.” Trotting back to cover is the only choice that remains.