Literature
Friend.
I frolicked in the forest when I met a deer who adorned me with a beautiful rack of antlers. We gamboled through the endless trees, nibbling mushrooms and eating fallen pinecones laden with magic.
I bestowed him a warm marbled coat and sleek auburn horns and we danced together in triumph and gratitude.
In the circle of magical mushrooms where curious water flows endlessly, I became a dove while he, a raven. We circled each other, white and black feathers fluttering as the other deer lay in the shafts of sunlight, watching us with sleepy, soulful eyes.
We hailed each other in the graveyard ruins, playing kings and loyal subjects. He taught