Inktober 13: The Space Wolf

In the darkest sectors of the galaxy where little life dwells because the stars that will support it are still being born lies a being whose intense hunger knows no bounds nor no form. It eats and consumes nothingness so that something can be born and where it passes stars, planets, life springs from its pawprints to populate the nothingness-that-was with creation. Woe unto those who hunt the wolf’s trail for madness surely lies in their path; who could bear to see the edge of the universe, let alone watch it grow firsthand?

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About Michael Robinson

An eclectic person living in a world rife with binaries, opposition, anger and pain and trying to find the spectra, love, happiness and catharsis within.
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