Originally posted July 23, 2006
Last night I dreamt of a thin, greenish fawn clattering and cluttering around in a kitchen on the outskirts of a medieval village. Evil knights rode by on their sturdy horses, talking of their complete subjugation of the village. The poor, fragile, weak little fawn knew that the spirit of his love haunted the village and it was her existence that invited in such strong and unfightable evil. He scurried through the seaside village, up a mountain garnered by jutting houses made of stone, and finally reached his destination in an old stone abode atop the mountain, eating into its side. Among a litter of various magic tools, bibles, and other artifacts of religion and learning, he found a room with a mirror and sink, the mirror containing the image of his deceased love, and the sink containing her wretched soul made flesh. It was a weird flesh-mouth, a wicked opening, a quivering and hairy wound in the top of the sink. She cried out for her lover, the weak but noble fawn, and told him that the only way to save the village was to be united in love again. Her human form was behind him, translucent in its post-death state, slowly creeping forward. She possessed that sort of beauty that seemed to say, “we shall build a fine home together, and spend our days not ravishing our egos at trivial drinking feasts, but in silently creating works of wonder together within our stone abode.” The fawn, heart aching with the sight of his lost love, slowly approached… And together they made a union, out of which a horrible and destructive monster was born. For at the last moment, it was revealed to the fawn that the creature he laid with was a twisted and unnatural thing, who desired only to use his seed to pollute the earth.
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