Lionheart. In another world you would tower over hills of snow and stand unfazed by gusting whole-body-chattering-like-a-jackhammer winds. Crystals would cling to the fur around your mane and reflect the light of the landscape like precious diamonds adorning a feline deity. In another world, you would be the wise kind of wild, wasting time worth forgetting in the favour of bathing in the currents of deep inner knowing.
I've seen you in another world, my friend. I've seen your lion heart.