A doe, her body dark wth golden rays, walks through the Forest. Upon her head sweeping antlers, heavy with bloom, curve up to the sky. Her mask is a butterfly's voice that echoes the pain that she feels.
Plumeria comes to a patch of violets. They welcome her, and know who she is. Sun rays filter down through dense branches to illuminate soft dust motes floating about the violets. She stops and lays down within the flowers, her head on the ground, and stares into nothing.
"There was a deer," she says, speaking to no one in particular but the flowers. "A deer in the Abio. That deer looked exactly like Taint... It wasn't her but every time I looked at that deer I felt so... so... It hurt so much." She squeezes her eyes tightly. "The word 'Why' repeated itself over and over in my head..."
She lifts her head up and gently examines the petals of a violet with a delicate hoof. "Am I really nothing to her?" she asks the violets, and she tries to stop the tears but they come through anyways. "Does she care not for me? Not a thing? It can't be, can it? But her words... I... "
Large drops of sadness splash onto the violets, and they quiver from the salt. But Plumeria is oblivious as sobs rack her body.

At last, no tears are left. Feeling hollow, she gazes with half-lidded eyes at the violets. They seem to wrap around her to comfort her.
"Violets..." she whispers, "Why do I cry so much for one deer? What is this?"
Because, say the violets.
And Plumeria understands.

"Because I love her," she says, her voice surprised.
Suddenly exhausted, she lays her head down and falls asleep, lulled by the soft melodies of the violets.

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