Rain quietly walked through the forest breathing the cold autumn air. She was always kind of bummed this time of year. Though she had to admit - she loved it in a way. The air was still, it was dead silent, the only thing you could hear is the crumbling of leaves under her hoofs or a light rustling when they fell from the branches. The sky was grey and sometimes lonely raindrops hit the ground. Rain sighed. She felt lonesome. She was searching for one happy deer that could make all her depression dissapear as if by magic, but it was a long time since she saw him and she began to think that as many others, he left the Forest to become a guarding spirit of nature somwhere else.
Rain slowly walked among the graves of the Ruin. One had a picture of the little girl. Rain stopped to look at her face. Who was she? Why did she die so young? All of these silent crosses reminded her that she in her past life never even got a grave. Noone wanted to remember her, moreover - people cursed her with no falt of her own... She carried on...
She could hear other deer in the distance. Some fawns were chasing bright leaves around and a few stags were taking a nap in a mushroom circle. Normally Rain would run with the fawns. She loved the little dears, but today she hurried to hide deeper in the forest.
"No mood, huh?" - she thought to herself - "You are such an idiot, you know that? You just can't let the past go and concentrate on present. But then again, you have nothing in the present..." She walked to the place where she felt more comfortable than anywhere else - near the Crying Idol. "Please, cry for me, I have no strength even for that..." She lied down and closed her eyes...
