I drift in and out of the ruins. I think of the fond memories I have of them, and I dig up one before I had a name. I had met a fawn, and we had been dancing together by one of the graveyards. When we said goodbye, tears sprang to my eyes, and I watched as the fawn trotted away into the forest.
There are other memories I have of the ruins, like the time I met 3 deer in the flower patch nearby. I still did not have a name, but all the same it was a great party.
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Like violence, sexuality, incest, abuse, using alcohol and smoking, and etc.
This character is fictional, that means his own nature like actions, opinions and ideals
are going in way of his own fictional character. His nature would never be embodiment of his player.
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