Dear world,

Hello there, my name is Dovev—it means whisper. But why would my parents name me that? For they knew that in the future, I’d go sightless, not quiet.

It’d be an easy transformation, sight to sightless. I’ve been trying to keep my eyes closed most of the days, so I can get the odd feeling of never seeing again. It’s rather odd, you can smell and hear so much better when you don’t use your eyes. But then… you don’t see all the pretty colors, like the lush green plants and the beautiful blue waters. The good thing is that I’ll know these colors before I go sightless, so deer can describe them to me and I’ll understand.

Do you wonder why I use sightless? It’s because I won’t be blind. Do you understand? I suppose you don’t, it’s not easy to understand the things that go through my mind.

In the future, like my father, his father, his father, and so on, a skull like feature will puncture through my delicate face skin and begin building its structures around my face. It will have no eye holes. This alteration will take several months, it begins at puberty. I will soon have darkness race across my eyes. I will be able to see, but only the darkness of the inside of my face. I will not be entirely blind.

Does this help? Feeding you these words of appearance and how awful my life will become? If only I was born blind, then it’d be easier. I’d be able to learn from a young age, instead of suddenly go blind in a large part of my life. And then I think about it, what’s going to happen to me?

I should stop, yes. I suppose you don’t like me going on about something that you cannot possibly understand, unless you’re in my mind. And surely you can’t be… that’d be going against physics and the way of life.
I should start over.





Hello world,

My name is Dovev. I’m a young fawn and when I grow up I’ll be a stag. In my adolescent years I will cherish every moment I get, live my life to the fullest. I know what will happen to me when I grow older. I will go sightless. But that’s another story, long and hard and it always frustrates me to say it. I become gloomy and rigid.

When I grow older I know I’ll take the genes of a tall stag, as there can’t possibly be any shortness in my family. From the stories I’ve heard, all my ancestors have been tall. But not too tall, it’s sort of over average, unique.

When I grow older I’ll have a unique pelt. I don’t know what it’ll be, but in my families we have always had a different pelt design. And our antlers, well I’m not sure what mine will look like. I hope their breathtaking. And as for my mask, an eyeless skull mask. Its shape resembles that of a beluga whale’s bump on the top of their head. It will be smooth and gently curve down into the sharp teeth that line the inside. The bottom will resemble the top, but its height will be undersized.

I hope to have plenty of friends, all unique in a variety of ways.
I hope to live a full life, even after my sightless transformation takes its toll.

Your new deer of the forest,
Dovev.

A tip, though: If you see me walking around the forest, please be careful of me. I tend to close my eyes a lot, trying to practice for the future, and I could bump into something or someone at any moment.
Thank you.