Buffoons. Fighting because we can buffoons. Perhaps buffoon was a misnomer for balloon, as you must be an airhead to do such a thing. That is how I see it. Save your energy for the real enemy, those who hold so much power. Again I chant my word against the fawns upon the world, as I seem to be the only one who sees what lies beneath their cold beady eyes. Do not look to long in them, as you will soon find yourself amongst more.

I awoke again from the eternal darkness some ways away from my friend the idol where I normally fade into sleep. I was in the other place of solace in this wood where birch trees grew to great heights and little delicate flowers where just high enough to tickle your nose. Sitting there a moment I pondered where to go, though I was drawn back to my place of comfort and loneliness. Instead my feet carried me to the pond, its reflection soulless and empty upon arrival. Such odd healing waters, washing away thirst and your identity all at once. One foul step and you tumbled in to be swallowed up.

Today was not a day of drinking, however, and I could hear echoes of activity through the woods. It was a special echo, one that denoted that it came from the old ruins. Such echoes had a dry and sharp ring to it, often being as harsh upon the ears as a fawn's cry. It seemed in my absence my home had become more populated and welcoming. I would have to put on my mean birch tree face to fix it. So my feet drew me forward with a heavy snort billowing from my nostrils. If I was to sleep peacefully in the void, I was to ensure that all were driven away.

That was when I came upon the balloon buffoons fighting amongst themselves like children, and over what? I never did bother to find out. Knowing that they would drive themselves away in their own foolishness. Buffoons. Something caught the corner of my eye, a flash of green much to bright for the forest. Surely I had twisted my head around and had indeed caught a glimpse of my own backside, at least that was the first thoughts passing through my mind. It was then I caught the sight of a familiar, or perhaps not. I did not know this deer, but I did. Perhaps the candles had put too much hot wax on my head and had fried what was left, but I was sure I knew this one.

But all the time in the world could not put a unworded name in my head. Still, taking the opportunity for company as the buffoons were doing my job for me I went in a greet, head cocked as per usual. Skull clacking and hooves pattering about in the usual meet and greet I went into a joyous bounce. Oh how stiff my legs were! More than once I skidded in the dust, throwing up a cloud that the Gods could not create themselves. It was a rather embarrassing thing to have my time away and age show, yet I continued on the keep up with the younger looking adult. Nobody would tire out or break me over some leaps!

Yet I could feel the pull of my bones and the aching of my muscles, and eventually I had to roll upon my back for a laugh to cover it all up. Still I refused to let it show and continued, though I regretted it soon after. Soon there was dancing, and there was a sigh of relief that was surely lost in the symphony that had started in the forest. This was easy, and kind. Back and forth my feet went, my head bobbing like the heavy branches in the wind. My heart pounded in my chest, exhausting itself in an effort to catch up to the calm. It was then my mind started to retract, it tired of even bothering to be. It had been too long since my body was exposed to this place, and it had become a poison in some ways. I felt disheartened, this familiar growing still despite my continuing to push for that last drop of more.

There was no more to extrude, however, and I had to give up my endeavor. As I lied down my body screamed in joy as it finally rested, dirt caressing my frame. As my head came around to lower itself I caught the last glimpses of the ruins before the tangling fingers of darkness overtook me once more.