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

But when I took a closer look, my heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t a rock. It wasn’t mud either. It was a small, neatly folded bundle of fabric. My eyes widened, and I found myself staring at it for a moment, trying to make sense of what I was seeing.

The little deer turned its head to glance at me, then back at the bundle. I slowly reached through the fence, my fingers brushing the rough wood as I hesitated. What was this? Why was the deer giving me this strange offering?

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.Continue reading…