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dream_labyrinthI heard a strange noise yesterday night, coming from outside.
And this is what my brain made out of it.
Do you believe in werewolves? No?
Let me tell you a story. A fairy tale.
Once upon a time, not too long ago, there was a young woman.
She was walking home on a cold Autumn night from a dance, her path lit by the light of a full moon.
There were noises in the dark around her, but she was familiar with the sounds of the night and was not afraid.
Until she heard a wolf howl.
She had never heard a wolf before, there were none in her home country, yet she heard one howling, calling.
She looked around, trying to see the animal, uncertain whether she should be afraid, the noise strangely alluring yet her mind pressing her to go on, to run home as fast as she could.
She lingered only a short while, but long enough.
Out of the darkness sprang a large, grey wolf, grabbing her arm, pulling her down.
She was found on the next morning, unconscious and close to death. Her family nursed her back to health.
But from that day on, whenever the moon was full, two wolves were howling at the silvery celestial body, two wolves were silently hunting.
There is going to be a full moon tonight.
But you don't believe in werewolves, you said.
Good night, my friend.
May we not meet before the sun rises tomorrow.
The moon is full tonight, and I am hungry.
But you do not believe in werewolves, you said.
And this is what my brain made out of it.
Do you believe in werewolves? No?
Let me tell you a story. A fairy tale.
Once upon a time, not too long ago, there was a young woman.
She was walking home on a cold Autumn night from a dance, her path lit by the light of a full moon.
There were noises in the dark around her, but she was familiar with the sounds of the night and was not afraid.
Until she heard a wolf howl.
She had never heard a wolf before, there were none in her home country, yet she heard one howling, calling.
She looked around, trying to see the animal, uncertain whether she should be afraid, the noise strangely alluring yet her mind pressing her to go on, to run home as fast as she could.
She lingered only a short while, but long enough.
Out of the darkness sprang a large, grey wolf, grabbing her arm, pulling her down.
She was found on the next morning, unconscious and close to death. Her family nursed her back to health.
But from that day on, whenever the moon was full, two wolves were howling at the silvery celestial body, two wolves were silently hunting.
There is going to be a full moon tonight.
But you don't believe in werewolves, you said.
Good night, my friend.
May we not meet before the sun rises tomorrow.
The moon is full tonight, and I am hungry.
But you do not believe in werewolves, you said.
