I’m an old lone wolf who lives and hunts alone in remote wastelands, where echoes of wolf howls and dog barks barely reach. Weary from my long journey, I wander back, through the black of night, towards my abode, where I gather strength again. I appease the she-wolf who guards our lair with a gentle yelp. Then, when I’m back in strength, I silently sneak out to hunt.
I merge with the endless maze of long paths and spacious dimensions, I become an element of infinity. Only then do I feel free. Open space devours me and I find myself standing at the beginning of everything. I overcome obstacles and dangers stemming from treacherous places and difficult moments. I try to persist and survive. I suffer through thirst, hunger, cold, heat, fear, and despair. I fall to my knees from exhaustion, but keep my mind on my destination, somewhere ahead of me. I know every second, every minute, and every hour brings me closer to where I’ve been heading for many long days. Nothing can stop me from reaching it, for I am WOLFman.