The fog was thick and heavy, so strong that it seemed to weigh down sound itself. It was an eerie peace broken only by the thudding of hoofs against the forest floor. Running as fast as her thin legs would allow, the fawn barely avoided the tall trees all around her. Sides heaving and heart racing, she finally slowed; deciding the fog was getting too thick. Being as graceful as a fawn could be, she plopped down next to a strange rock, letting the quiet chirping of bats lull her to sleep among the red flowers.