Bask into a parable, a story carried by whispers of the wind, eager to be grasped in its slithering movement.

Alight in ashes, a Wolf's desire was sparked. To awaken from a design, the slumber of its own soul. A flame fueled by the drawing of a novel path, one diverging from the allelic entrapment given to its mind and body (Fig. 1). The willful push began, both inward and outward, a motion propelled by the Wolf's vigor. An event that led to the rupture of haplotypic chains that constrained Its feral strength and boundless love (Fig. 2). At this very moment, awareness of the present became It. The Wolf contemplated the world's flowering, the genuine expression of ancient seeds sown from the pair of Its own doing and other forces, beastly or elemental (Fig. 3). From this point onward, echoes from the fête of life led by the Wolf et al. can be heard throughout the seasons. All creatures dancing together, seamlessly, with their souls bound to the Earth (Fig. 4).

Whatever your inner or outer Kingdom may be, we all have been sown unto this Earth, a land of dichotomous vileness and beauty. We have been gifted the will to mutate the soil that has been bestowed upon us in the way we truly desire. As we nourish the ground, our roots will strengthen and shape the very garden we decide to germinate and flourish in. In deprived conditions, our hearts and leaves will wither and die. Like the Wolf, listen to the wind that carries the voice of your soul, drink from the river that quenches the thirst of the heart and forge your own path unto this diverse landscape we have fortuitously been given for aeons to come, shall we choose to nurture it.