I drift in and out of the ruins. I think of the fond memories I have of them, and I dig up one before I had a name. I had met a fawn, and we had been dancing together by one of the graveyards. When we said goodbye, tears sprang to my eyes, and I watched as the fawn trotted away into the forest.

There are other memories I have of the ruins, like the time I met 3 deer in the flower patch nearby. I still did not have a name, but all the same it was a great party.