The night is calm, the crickets sing, the Questionable Area is open to the nocturnal play and it’s orchestra.
But on the edge of the area, the Forgetful Forest yawns, silent, still. Only a flutter of crows disturbs the image.
From the depths, a creature emerges. A stag, as hazy as the fog surrounding, steps forth and stares out. Staring… staring…
When do you know a deer is not a deer?
What will you do?
















