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At the foot of the pristine white statues, three tiny fawns lie, as if just-born. Their eyes are closed, ears flat, noses twitching occassionally. The first is an inky grey colour; the second, a muddy turquoise; and the third, a deep chestnut. Were their eyes open, the first fawn's would be a warm amber; the second's, a charming chocolate; the third's, a crystalline blue. They lie there, sniffling uncertainly, and thoughts run through their heads the second their eyes are open.

'Dear God,

If this is my fate after my dark propaganda of the people aimed against the king, then I accept. This forest is beautiful. Peaceful. And my friends are right beside me.
Why am I in Heaven? Is the Lord so good, so holy that he will reward a wielder of black magic?

Yours,
Prophet.'

The grey fawn is the first to rise onto its wobbly legs, and make its unsteady way down the hill. It disappears soon after, inexplicably drawn towards a crumbling, ancient building...

'Dear Lord,

I'd like to know whose idea of a joke it was to make Hell a tranquil forest. You forgetting I committed adultery in my past life? Is Hell really Heaven and Heaven really Hell?
...Am I being given a second chance?

-- Innuendo.'

The turquoise-coloured one leaves next, curiousity compelling it onwards, with no regards for the last fawn lying wide-eyed still at the white statues. It disappears towards the birches, drawn by the glory of endless warmth and light.

'Dear Father,

I have been a drunkard and a right idiot and I went and murdered meself so what on earth am I doing here? Is this your kingdom? Your palace? Your domain? Yeah right. What is this?
What's happened to me?

Truly bewildered,
Rum.'

And from the hill where the fawns once were, a presence stirs.

Welcome to the Forest.