© 2026 Zax Dezignz Distributed by United Masters All Rights Reserved. Unauthorized reproduction prohibited. The foggy valley starts to fade, The wind is whispering through the trees. A dark shape moving in the glade, The scent is carried on the breeze. The hunter tracks the modern world, The heavy paws will cross the line. The final darkness is unfurled, Beneath the shadow of the pine. The cold concrete is left behind, The iron city fades from sight. A savage nature unconfined, An endless sprint into the night. © 2026 Zax Dezignz Distributed by United Masters All Rights Reserved. Unauthorized reproduction prohibited.