Silver
I am the master of cakes
Cynthia opened her to eyes to see the roof of the same gray cage she always woke up to. She heard the creaking of a door in the distance and the whisper of voices. "...those pokemorphs are developing nicely..." she sighed, the same thing everyday stuck in here. She layed flat on her belly and turned her attention to the other noises. Most were steady breaths while some were snores.
"Hey, guys, wake up." she whispered to the cages beside her.
"Hey, guys, wake up." she whispered to the cages beside her.