Somewhere in the Universe...

Balance is the ruling force of the Universe.

Until it isn't.

Then it is nothing more than a hope, a dream for those looking, wandering, seeking, searching for meaning in the darkest of times.

[Odin:] On a hot summer night, 

would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?

[Girl:] Will he offer me his mouth?

[Odin:] Yes.

[Girl:] Will he offer me his teeth?

[Odin:] Yes.

[Girl:] Will he offer me his jaws?

[Odin:] Yes.

[Girl:] Will he offer me his hunger?

[Odin:] Yes.

[Girl:] Again, will he offer me his hunger?

[Odin:] Yes!

[Girl:] And will he starve without me?

[Odin:] Yes!

[Girl:] And does he love me?

[Odin:] I would not go that far.

[Girl:] Oh.

[Odin:] On a hot summer night, 

would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?

[Girl:] Yes.

[Odin:] I bet you say that to all the gods!