im not sure of how many of these i will make... but im really bored and felt like writing this. im sorry for not getting back to Hanging Flowers! ill try and write another chapter ASAP!

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To those of you who do not know me, I shall make myself known. I am someone who does not go out often, and does not socialize easily. I cannot express myself, and I cannot communicate. I am basically dead to the social world.

The reason you are reading this, I don't know. But something inside me told me to write about myself, since I have no one to remember me yet. Thus far, I have lived my life the way I wanted to. In pure isolation, I have been granted the gift of inconsequent curiosity. I learned something new every day, just by observing others. I have not been given the motivation to come out into the open and make some friends.

My name is Vessel. Where the name came from I do not know. And where my parents are is irrelevant. The most likely story to me: my parents found I couldn't speak, and so they thought I was imperfect, and left me. Good riddance anyway, I'm sure I would have learned less under their guidance. But through many experiences as a young fawn, and with meeting new deer, they read the shining symbol above my head, and told me my name was Vessel. But soon after, they found it was difficult to understand what I wanted, and so they left.

I have gone without friends all my life. Personally, I would like to have one, but they just don't have the attention span or the patience. I am mute. I cannot make a sound. I have been cursed with this, and it has been hard. I learned to understand everyone by looming around small crowds. I learned how to communicate otherwise, but the other deer still don't understand. Since then, I have stayed by myself, where the only one who will understand me is... well, me.

But with the curse of silence, I have been given something nobody has. I am, what you would call, a Dream Watcher. Whenever I sleep, I enter a new form. My dream form. I will wander around the forest at rest, coming across any dream I find interesting. I come upon a sleeping deer, and replacing the pictogram is a small view of the dream. I will sit down next to the deer, and put my face to the view, and I will see the entire image. It's really quite simple, but it's so hard to find an interesting dream. Most are about happiness, frolicking with their friends and having a great time. I've only occasionally seen a dream that had been created from pure imagination, and they were all beautiful.

But this also comes at a price. I cannot have dreams of my own. I am destined to live my life as a spectator of sleep. Never will I have one of my own, no matter how much I long or pray. This ability was given in place of speech, but it's not completely free.

The lesser creatures of the forest marvel at this. They can sense my dream watching abilities, and so they follow me, hoping for a little glimpse of what I see. They shall never have it, of coarse. It's mine and mine alone. But they don't understand. A lot of times, they just get bored and scurry away, but there has been one dove that has followed me for as long as I can remember. I've named her Disu. Usually, when I fall asleep, she lands on my anters and sleeps herself. I hope to someday see what she dreams about. Maybe it's something beautiful.

I can watch anyone's dreams without trouble. But there are only a very small amount of deer that I can communicate with in their dreams. If I can enter your dream (which woulnd't be likely) I would have the choice of whether to talk to you or not. If I happen to stumble on a special deer with two-way dreams, I usually take the chance to talk to them. Some are afriad, some just want to be friends. So far I have only met two deer with two-way dreams. The rest have, what I call, Window Dreams.

I have been thinking recently about what I should do with the rest of my life. I have spent most of my fawnhood and adolescence alone. But I have seen that there are kind deer out there. Maybe, if I go out into a social area, maybe there would be a deer with enough patience to befriend me. That would take a lot of patience.

My face has been shaped into the emotion I use most. I almost never smile. I usually don't have the time or the friends to have a good time. If I'm amused, I will break into a smile. If I'm really amused, I might laugh. My eyes are colorless and droopy, making it seem like I am constantly sad. I'm really not sad, I'm quite content with everything. But most deer judge by looks before personality. They might think I'm depressed.

I hope to someday go out comfortably and aquire a set that I like. I've been looking at the Kirin pelt quite often, admiring the beauty of its green patterns. And oddly enough, I've grown a liking to the Butterfly antlers. They are simply shaped, and easy to keep track of.

But that day may never come. I must gather my courage to go out into the forest and to see if someone is willing to help me. And I absolutely will not partake of spell-spamming. I find it annoying, hard on the eyes, and very exhausting. And once your done, you have two dozen spells to sneeze off. Sneezing at most twice is enough for me, thank you.

If anyone does happen to read this, I hope I didn't waste your time. For you to learn about a recluse deer is not a mundane thing, but it's not an enjoyable thing either. If you happen to spot me in the forest, don't be afraid. Go ahead and come up to me, I'll try to communicate as best I can. If you get bored with me, I won't care. It's been done to me too many times for me to care.

But I will probably stay in hiding for another month or two, just to gather my courage and anticipation. I hope to see you sometime in the future. Who knows? Maybe there is another mute deer out there, just waiting for someone to be their friend as well.

My apologies and thanks,

Vessel