At times we must remind ourselves of why things are the way they are.

There is always a reason why a thing is laid to rest, left to collect dust in a corner until it is no longer seen. However, when you accidentally kick some of the dust off, part of its form is uncovered, and now you gaze upon it once more... you are drawn to it for it once meant so much to you. Perhaps that was precisely why you buried it.

But you know it has changed now; it has transformed in its hibernation. Do you dare wake the all-devouring wolf of shadow from its slumber?