"to be human?"
Is it the shape of one's body?

"Then I am no longer human"

The way the mind works?

"Then I am human even now"

...

The ability to feel?

"...then I was never human"

The stag lifted his head, wind catching the long threads of fur he bore like gossamer spider silk, ears turning slowly.
He didn't care, couldn't care.

But sometimes, he thought maybe...just maybe...

he could

But he would soon shake it away as the nonsense it was.

A hoof extended, watching it as the shadows lapped over it, then pulled it back, He stretched, laying in the heat of the sunlight, side pressed into the grass.

A ladybird beetle crept up one of the sharp emerald blades, reached the top, spread her wings to fly.
He watched lazily with ever-changing eyes as she did so.

"how many here would love to fly away?"

But why?
was the forest not perfect?

Maybe that was it...
"this place is far too perfect"

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