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Cyanotype Dreams and The Tales of Hoffman are the same variety of masterpiece.

**Do not be afraid of falling; rather, spread your wings and learn to love flying.

Once upon a time, there was a young woman walking through the deep, dark woods. She was in the domain of the wolf, a fearsome beast who terrorizes critters and travelers alike. Thanks to the girl's special herbs which concealed her scent, she had safely taken this path many times before.

But one day, the potency of the herbs faded away without her knowing it. Smelling the sweetest scent he had ever found before, the wolf had the young woman in his sights for the first time. He wished to devour her at once and taste her soft, youthful flesh. His hunting instincts kicked in, and he readied himself to attack her from behind.

As fate would have it, he was pricked by the thorns of a magic rose hidden in the shrubbage. He bled from the injury and howled in pain; his body was enchanted by the magical thorns, and he became a handsome man wearing a wolf's pelt. Having heard the howl, the young woman had a start and retraced her steps. During her retreat, she came across a man with a gash on his leg and no memories of his former life; fearing for his safety and charmed by his lovely face, she bade him come along with her and enjoy the safety of her herbs.

They left the woods together, and within the month were wed. On the night they consummated their marriage, there was a full moon out. The man was drawn to the cold silver light outside their window and went out to see; with a cry, he became a wolf once again**