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My friend. My dear, dear friend. I think you still have a lot to learn about me…
I am not a simple doe, as you might have noticed. I am fearful yet I am not depressed. The rainfall calms me down and the divine waters of the Crying Idol purify me. Clouds were still drifting in front of the lovely sun, so my bath at the sacred idol was cold as ice. But the refreshment was worth the pain, stinging in my shaky legs as I hopelessly tried to shake the water from my colourful pelt. What I fool I was, taking a bath while knowing I had no chance to dry myself in the next few hours. But it could not be helped, I thought, so I continued my daily stroll.
Sometimes I randomly bellow, because I am intrigued by the sound my skull mask makes. But I unwillingly attracted some attention; a few stags seemed to be curious about my call. They returned my bellow and I quickly hid myself inside the Crying Idol. Yes, inside of the statue. I am able to walk through or hide myself in anything physically present, even other living beings. For long I have kept this a secret, but recently I have come to realize nobody would ever think of abusing this information. Why would they? What for? So even though I am closed down, I am showing you a page of the book that is normally locked for every curious eye but my own.
Anyway, my thoughts are trailing off.
All of the stags seemed to be losing interest, but one. My being was shocked to see his presence; silver pelt, huge, blood red antlers and a skull mask like my own. Secretly I missed the purple flowers he wore the other day, their scent has the same effect on me like honey has on a bumblebee.
