Memory`s BIO

Name: Mem0ry
Gender: female
Age of deer: 167 years

Memory was born from the tears of a weeping willow, the one that grew by the mighty waterfall. Being a fawn, she was very curious and because of this she often got into trouble. Baby, what else can I say? She loved to explore the world, there was a whole forest of questions in her. But when she grew up, she changed a lot: she became very timid and neat. Memory often wandered alone through the endless forest. She loved solitude, she also loved to admire the waterfall for hours, watch the water with a murmur roll down the slope and break on the rocks into millions of `crystal fragments` and again turn into one big river and flow away. Memory loves when the wind glides over her smooth shiny fur and passing through each wool turns into a soothing melody (similar to ).. She searched for lost souls and helped them find their purpose. She also showed the way to the Blue deer (perhaps I will also write a separate biography about the Blue), who was left without a mother, giving her a piece of her soul, she murmured goodbye to her: "Your mother is always with you, if you believe in her, her fire burning with a flame in your heart will burn forever".

~Memory is 167 years old, but she claims that she is very young for her comeback.

~Her voice is similar to the chime of small bells or the murmur of a spring stream that has just awakened from a long, fierce winter.

Memory is very respectful of her fellow deer, she admires them.
He wants to be friends with every deer in the forest, he is very afraid of losing one of his friends.

Please excuse me if I made any mistake somewhere..

I can tell this writing is

I can tell this writing is inspired, a beautiful description in this bio. She sounds like a lovely character, I hope the forest will be nice to her.
My fawn would surely follow her around and protect her, if they ever met.
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beautiful description owo

beautiful description owo
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Thank you very much for

Thank you very much for appreciating my work. I am very glad that you liked it. Eye
~ I love to listen to the water falling from the tops of a mighty waterfall, with a loud splash it breaks on a stone into a million transparent fragments and immediately merge into a stormy stream of the river ...~