Chapter 7The vision
A wood. I'm walking down a dark path where anything strange can lurk. A large black wolf runs as fast as the wind through the trees and shrubs, in pursuit of someone. I'm familiar with that wolf, and I'm also familiar with the figure trying to get away. No one notices me, not even the wolf, although I travel parallel to him. It is as if I am his shadow.
I look at my hands and realize they are fuzzy. The rest of my body is also ethereal and floating in the air. The wolf slows down when he sees that his prey has stopped short of a rock wall. The human figure, in a panic, throws angry punches on the wall, then between sobs and tears, desperately tries to climb it, but several slips make it understand that the attempt is in vain. The wolf, detached, several meters away ob
