The howl of the lone wolf
Up in the infinite summer sky a paper moon glows soft and bright her transparent brilliance obscured somewhat by the burning fire of the heat drenched night. She's dressed in silver haze, though she hides behind clouds and there is a unique beauty to her shine, an ethereal allure impervious of time. Below, in the forest, where myriads of trees bask in her translucent light appearing bluish and phantasmal, a lone wolf roams his transformed home turf, his stride subconsciously keeping the rhythm... Sign in to see full entry.