It is something that the Gods grant us all with, it seems. I've grown to become grateful for it. A quick childhood, the ability to stop my age at a whim or to return to the past, maybe even to be resurrected; those are things that The Gods imbued in to their magic as a gift. It is a beautiful thing, to live longer than the trees that hang over our heads.
I have seen eternal life in the stone, the water, and the deer of this forest. Sometimes, it makes me wonder how long I will truly live. How many times I will die while I am here is beyond my comprehension. Though no death will be permanent and the forest will give birth to me again in some inconceivable manner, I do hope to return to this place with the same age I carry now. I mean, I have worked hard to get here for the first time! I am sure you understand... you did these things as well.
And yet, in comparison to those I share most of my life with, I am still a small sprout. The pictograms they carry are older than mine, despite their bodies not aging quickly. The runes are not new, by any means... and I have taken to calling them the First Runes... just because I have not seen any older ones. There are some that have angular, less organic pictograms: Second Runes. Please, please don't ask me how I know the age of these things... because I myself don't know how I know. The Gods, maybe.
All I know now is that I share the Third Runes with all of the young deer here. I wonder how many more of us there will be... how many deer with Third Runes can I set my age apart from? And will my fawns share Third Runes with me?
This is brilliant.
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