The dragon awaits earnestly.
Fangs bared.
The moon beckons,
Let your fangs slice open the moon.

Darkness befalls the land,
everything is lost,
yet everything remains.

When the sun rises again,
it is a new beginning.
The pack of wolves.
Instinct of nature.

Chaos.
Anarchy.
Peace.
Tranquility.
Peas in a pod.

The wolves and the dragon.
Even with the power of all,
they still lack the power of flight.

Wings don't matter. Strength doesn't matter. Effort doesn't matter.

Nothing matters. The doors of life can only be opened that much with effort, the rest depends on the rest.