I grace your deer world with my presence, deer folk. For when I walk, so do those with minds walk beside me. For those who speak behind my back in ridicule, solely speak behind me because I am ahead of them. I am the speaker for those who cannot speak. For those who lie outside of this wretched whole of the Endless Forest. Your wretched "Gods" are not but unsightly dieties who bow before the presence of our greater being. He is greater than all of us.

My name is Shinto Daisyuke. You may know of a higher power, but you do not know who it is.

Follow me, and I shall bring you towards the light.

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A pictogram fades into view, within the shining light above the head of the deer who went by the name of Shinto. The pictogram is of Anzel. She looks dazed, her pelt fading from brown back to its normal, dusty grey, her antlers forming into keys from their original brown form, and the deer mask falling from her face. She doesn't know what just happened.

She doesn't want to know.