*Sigh* Remember when I said I would revive the diary entries I deleted? Well, here's the first one finally~! Don't expect anything special or good, it's kinda late, and my head's a little foggy Dx

Just as a note, yeah, Myu does seem pretty angsty, but, considering the circumstances, and what I'm planning, it's all I got at this rate. Come to think of it, I might have to edit her bio AGAIN.

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P.S. Diary titles are actually the titles of the tracks from the OST for a visual novel called "Saya no Uta." 'Tis an awesome soundtrack <3

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Sunlight; ever so warm…soothing to the heart.

A field of purple flowers…a light, sweet scent dances through the air.

A low, humming song…eerie, yet beautiful, breaks the silence of the woods.

A presence…nurturing, loving, ensures her safety.

Sleep…a world of endless possibilities, quietly whispers to her.

Who is this, who lays by me?

Who is this, whose song betrays this silence?

What is this feeling, this emotion, that makes my heart flutter?

Is a friend? A relative?

Is it even a deer? Or something else?

The voice is airy, obviously a female’s voice. She wishes to raise her head, to see the being
lying beside her.

And yet, sleep whispers more desperately, wanting to seduce her into nothingness…

It’s almost as if…she’s not meant to know who it is.

Drip…drip…drip.

What is this upon my nose?

Drip…drip…drip.

Is that…

Drip…drip…drip…

Rain?

Myu is suddenly jerked from her sleep, the sensation of the rain startling her. As she tries to calm herself, her rear leg slips out from under her, throwing her back to the earth. Crying out in shock, she lays motionless, trying to catch her breath. She coughs as mud fills her mouth, seemingly choking her. She continues to hack and cough, trying to get the last remnants of it free from her mouth.

Clip…clop…clip…clop…

Who’s there?

Clip…clop…clip…clop.

The movement stops suddenly; Myu, unsure what to do, attempts to blend into the ground beneath her.

But this presence is powerful, almost willing her to raise her head to see its source. As she raises her head, she hears a haughty, yet playful laugh, and then hears the familiar rhythm of dancing hooves.

It’s a deer. And it’s huge.

Her body trembles, not out of fear, but out of the sheer presence of this creature. Its aura is astounding – its gaze lingers on her face, almost searing her heart, her soul. A black skeleton skin, antlers reminiscent of the tuba instrument.

Could he be….the Big Zombie Deer?

She tries to stand up, to take in what is happening.

A sharp pain stabs through her.

Wincing, she tries to move her legs, only to discover the problem; her rear leg is sore from when she fell on top of it in the mud.

Grunting in frustration, she hears another approach.

Another large deer, orange in color, stands next to the large Zombie, dancing and laughing alongside it.

She can’t think. She feels like she’s suffocating.

Is their presence truly this strong?

Without a moment’s hesitation, she runs, ignoring the pain in her leg.

This feeling of being powerless, of being strangled…surely, if it’s truly the gods, they can’t be causing this feeling!

Not watching where she is going, she stops just short of crashing into a stag, overlooking the pond by his lonesome. He’s a handsome fellow, silver blue with light grey stripes gracing his back. His antlers seem almost withered, like trees in the winter.

Who is he? Why is he on his own? Does he have a mate?

He turns to her; she cowers back, unsure what to do.

Please don’t hurt me. I only wish to say hi.

She bows quickly, attempting to communicate this thought.

He tilts his head in confusion.

This fawn, why does she cower?

He approaches her, sniffing and bowing; he means her no harm.

She tilts her head in return, as he turns to witness the rut. She turns as well to witness.

Stags sparring in the pond…does and stags together…fawns either playing with the does or taunting the stags.

Idiots…such actions will get them killed.

Her throat calls to her.

Refresh me.

Leaving the stag reluctantly, she descends to the pond to drink.

A fawn splashes water at her, laughing playfully. But Myu is in no mood for his cheap antics. But before she can counter, a stag and doe approach, curiosity roused by the commotion.

The fawn nuzzles the doe, and she nuzzles him back, while the stag stands by, almost like a security guard.

Myu tilts her head, absorbing the sight.

Her heart throbs. Her soul shudders.

This feeling…it’s just like…

A low humming sound...

Why does it disturb me so!?

Crying out, she flees from the pond, seeking the shelter of a flower patch.

These feelings...that well up within her…they jab at her heart, and seemingly gore her soul.

Within her dream, she finds these feelings pleasant, as if she’s within her own Paradise.

But here, in the real world…she feels like she’s being ripped in half, her sanity twisting upon itself like a bloated stomach.

Why do these feelings do this to me? What is the meaning of all of this? This sick, strange feeling…why does it…do this to me!?

Laying her head on the ground, she groans quietly, uttering a silent prayer to the gods.

Give me a reason…to be here…give me…answers…

[FIN]