She was as a bird, free to go where she wanted but felt caged in by her emotions and her anxiety. He was as a wolf, lone in his adventures, yet needed a pack. One day they met in the wild and behold the stars recount their voyage to find themselves and in turn found each other. Broken pieces through fleeting memories, never to be forgotten. The bird who was free to fly away but landed to find her home to sleep in such embrace. While the wolf jumped and felt the wings he never had, upon dreams feeling like reality to reach the heavens. The bird and the wolf. Such a paradox, yet a tale made to be infinite.