Sheika had been in the forest for more than four years.
Silently watching over the ghosts of her loved ones. Being too shy to talk or even to whisper.
Seeing newborn, playful fawns. Old, weary deers. Strangers coming and going.

As time passes, memories fade away.
New, unknown names, lights, appear in front of her.

Like a ghost, she was constantly watching over... something. She could not grasp it.
The miracle that is 'life' and 'death'.

She wants to live. Live to the fullest. Roam the playgrounds of her early life.
Listen to the new voices, accompany unknown souls once more. Not being a ghost, a phantom of the old-growth forest anymore.

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"Will you meet me in the woods?"