Wolf Soul

In the silence of the night, somewhere between silent wounds and hidden dreams, she stands—with a heart made of glass. A heart that shattered, yet still blooms with a crimson rose among its broken pieces— a sign of hope, of love, of life.

But she is not alone. In the shadows, a wolf awakens—not to hunt, but to protect. Its eyes guard memories long buried. It understands the language of silence, senses the scent of pain, and with a soundless growl, it whispers:

You are still alive... and beauty still grows, even in the most shattered hearts.