Death

Death
End of cycle, beginnings, change, metamorphosis

The man stands in the middle of the forest clearing, his face turned up towards the silent cold moon.  It shines down on him with its white light, full and large amongst the stars.  That light fills him, and he feels it burning away the shadows inside of him.  The release is incredible.  He falls to his knees in joy, tears of gratitude streaming down his face.  He barely notices the pain as his back begins to split open.

A man, frail and sickly, had entered the clearing.  A wolf, powerful and healthy, leaves it.

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