There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.

This aphoristic image contrasts expected roles: wolves (the stereotypical howlers) fall silent while the moon—normally a mute object—“howls.” Read metaphorically, it suggests nights when the usual voices of danger, chaos, or instinct go quiet, and something larger, more distant, or impersonal becomes the dominant presence. The line can be taken as a meditation on inversion and estrangement: the world feels off-kilter, and the source of unease is not the obvious threat but the atmosphere itself. It also works as a compressed statement about loneliness and projection—when no one speaks, the environment seems to cry out in their place.