Do you feel it? That which is born in the depths of the ruins comes for you, awaiting your demise. ‘Come to the graves’ it calls, cackling as you listen and come without second question. Little deer, do you not understand what lies waiting beside the ruins? Do you not see he who sits alone? Beware, beware…It is a deer with a heart that cannot even be lit by the gods. Often there are glimmers of hope, but those are nothing more than a silly façade for his prey.

There is no joy in his leaps, there is no sincerity in his bows, there is no meaning behind his existence. Yet here he stays as he was created, always staring off into the empty abyss around him. Like a shadow he is seen, nothing more than a whisp of memory to a few.

Haunting eyes lurk at the edges of groups, longing and never wanting to join in. That is where they can catch him, that is where he is most vulnerable.

For but a few moments he catches glimpses of the world, only to fade back into darkness. That is all what embraces him, all that welcomes him. Yet in the darkness, there is only he…