There lives a deer in the forest that is totally blind; no sight, no light, no darkness nor other. Their life is full of sounds and wonder, but Refrapo the deer is weak, and cannot move much. He prefers to stay by the Pond.

Once there at the Pond, he would sit still for hours at a time, days and days, just listening to the stream, unmoving, wrinkle with the Pond. It was never-changing, and ever-boring to some...he had no friends. For what fool, whatever so, would like to sit with Refrapo, listening, blind? Refrapo didn't notice; to him, there was nothing else in this world like him.

And so it came that one day, a frog hopped upon the silty dirt of the Pond where Refrapo sat. He croaked, loud and sonorous, like a beast thrice his stature and powerful with size. In the memories sent to him from his mother by birth, he knew to be scared; but knew not of why, nor how to be scared. His fur stood up; the frog lied still.

Refrapo was unsure if the scare had left, wasn't sure if it was near or far, or what near or far really were. He let his neck stretch, his head on the soil. He sighed through his unknown mask, and the frog hopped; it made a splash in the water.

The sound make Refrapo recall his thirst, and he moved his head to drink the unmoving water...only to feel it moving to his lips.

Sound has motion? he thought, aware of movement and of sound, but not certain that a sound could move long after passing. The ripples touched his befuddled lips as they frog swam away, transforming into a fawn a little ways away and leaping out of the water in a flurry.

Refrapo hummed and felt the water stir to his voice. His singing grew louder and louder, until the whole forest heard his spectacle of vocals. They all gathered round him...and watched the pond stir in harmony to his voice. It twinkled and glittered, the waves thinning and parting as his voice fell and rose, up and down. And then his eyes, for the first time opened...

And he could see the sound...

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(random lame story, i know --- had nothing to do)