May 11, 2015
A familiar scent is present again around a certain birch on a hill. It's not very strong anymore, it fades day by day, but it stubbornly lingers around – just like the scent's original carrier.

By the birch is a small mound of soil, clearly purposly made. If swept away a metallic box could be found buried. Inside the box is a piece of paper filled with text. Words are written in a tidy but bit groping handwriting. That and many misspellings reveal that the writer hasn't been holding a pen for very long.

”To my family,

I'm writing this to tell you I am fine and that I'm sorry I'm not there with you. I have been in the human world for some time now. I have started to like this wolrd so much, it's so diferent from the Forest. But it's not like I didn't miss the Forest time to time.

I hope you are all okey; you are in my thoghts konstantly. I promise to try to visit you some time, hope fuly as soon as I can.

I wil put some litle presents in the box, two. I hope you like them! (Having hands is pretty sweet, with out them I woudln't be writing to you ether. I'm still practicing writing, thogh)

With love,
Reim

Under the letter some little handicrafts can be found:
- a necklace made of wooden beads and some colorful glass beads
- a necklace made of wooden beads and some feathers
- a bracelet made of colorful cotton yarn
- a bracelet made of leather and glass beads