In the moonlit forest, the werewolf prowls, a creature of legend and lore. Love, for me, is like the werewolf – a force both beautiful and terrifying, a wild and untamed spirit that comes at a gallop, riding a mare called sadness. The werewolf’s eyes gleam with a fierce yellow light, reflecting the intensity of love’s passion. But as the creature races through the night, its path is marked by the hoofprints of sadness, each step leaving a trail of iron and strange metal, the color of wine, of blood, and of death. This metal, akin to jealousy, serves as … Continue reading The werewolf & Love