In the animator's realm, a tragic tale unfolds, A stick figure's plight, a story untold. Subjected to torment, its creator unkind, Manipulated and twisted, its spirit confined. In the frames it resides, a figure forlorn, Tortured by design, its pain unadorned. A character in sorrow, with a story grim, Who am I, this suffering being? The Victim within.
Riddle me this, a tale of pixels in strife, Where Animator's creations dance with life. In a realm of clicks and digital sway, A saga unfolds in an animated display. Frames come to life, a world so vast, Yet in the chaos, a shadow is cast. A silent avenger, pixels in flight, Seeking retribution, hidden from sight. An artist's creation, a victim unseen, A quest for payback, both cunning and keen. A quest for justice, in each frame's endeavor, What am I, this silent force? Unleashing what, forever?
"There was a story a long time ago, where there was torture and strife along the road, a **victim** tortured ever so, it sought not for peace but for **vengeance** ever so, on the **Creator's** very soul"
