Description

The moon hangs high in the sky, yet tonight its light feels cold against my fur. I sit atop the hill, my tail wrapped tightly around my paws, and look upward to let out my finest howl. Instead of fleeing from the dark shadows, I decide to face them head-on. I feel a strange, new power flowing through the valley. It feels as though someone, far away, is bringing me to life at this very moment. With every stroke of her brush, she captures my sorrow and my loneliness on the canvas. She looks me straight in the eye, and in doing so, she looks her own fears straight in the eye. We are doing this together.