The young man looks up at the night sky, calling out to the celestials that govern it so loftily. Why, he asks, doe such divine canon exist, that he would bear loneliness alongside the wolf. They howl together at the heavenly bodies, in hopes that they would answer their prayers. Such barely lasted the last of their echoes, knowing that since they haven’t answered before directly, only in obscure riddles and abstract signs, why should they do so differently now? Though the world says he tries in vain, the young man remains watchful for a sign from the great lights, believing and hoping they would change their minds and grant him this one wish: to not be alone like the wolf. That other that would fill the emptiness in his being, what would that person be like? Is she looking at the same moon, calling out to the divine governing entities, hoping they would grant her the same wish the young man wished? Or is she crying out to the stern fathers of the night, asking why she must remain so miserable underneath their abysmal gaze? What might be warring within her heart that would make her look to the gods in hopes for a miracle?to turn away from the harshness and cruelty of reality in hopes for solace, peace and tranquility inside? The man can only guess in his mind, as though they exist together on the same planet, the same timespace, the same world, they yet remain a universe apart by the divine canon of god, not knowing when if at all they’ll ever meet.