A Wolf in the Night: A Reflection of Solitude

Somewhere in the bleak, snowy night, I saw a wounded but beautiful creature—a wolf. I approached it and looked into its eyes, seeing endless loneliness, sad and doomed, just like me, bound to the night. I gazed at it, seeing myself. It was just as lonely and frozen by solitude. It saw that my soul was just as broken. Tears began to flow from both of us; our tears longed to unite and defeat But the only thing that happened was sadness for both of us. We realized there would be no light, that we would wander in solitude and remain eternal companions of the night. It was a beautiful creature with a human soul, but its soul could not endure, could not bear the pain. It set off somewhere where they say there is light, but we both knew we would continue to wander in the darkness. For me and for it, there is no light—the darkness of the night is not so merciful.