I THOUGHT THEY WERE JUST CURIOUS DEER—UNTIL I SAW WHAT THE LITTLE ONE WAS CARRYING

I crouched down, cautiously picking it up, feeling the weight of it in my hands. It was soft, almost too soft for something that had been dropped in the dirt. There was a slight tugging feeling in my chest, like my instincts were telling me something was off, something was significant about this moment.

I unwrapped the fabric gently, and there, nestled inside, was a small wooden box. My fingers trembled as I carefully opened it. Inside, I found a silver locket. My breath caught in my throat as I examined it. The locket wasn’t just an ordinary piece of jewelry. It was intricately carved with symbols I didn’t recognize, and its surface had a faint tarnish, suggesting it had been around for a long time.

The deer stood there, the bigger one still calmly watching from a distance, while the little one stared at me with those deep, knowing eyes. I wasn’t sure why, but I felt as though the little deer was waiting for something from me—like this was a message, an invitation to something that I couldn’t yet understand.

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