The sun was shining, the breeze crisp. It was the perfect day for a hike. Grabbing your bag with essentials, you headed out. Walking along the usual winding dirt path, you notice something. A shine underneath a web of tangled ivy. Getting closer, you've come to find out that the shine had come from a rusted panel. Fascinated, you reach a hand to tear away the shrubbery and watch as it gives way to reveal a rusted bronze gate. Finding the latch, you lifted it up and forcibly pushed the gates open.

Stepping inside, you were surrounded by overgrown grass. Looking around, what seemed to be a garden of sorts has become overrun by nature. Vines intertwined and having covered the surrounding gates, bushes and wilted roses were scattered around. Though, the garden in need of attention wasn't what got your attention; that open faced shrine did. Approaching it, you got a better look of it. Eroded banners, discolored candles, moldy offerings. The mere sight made you cringe.

"Rather a sad state, hm?" a melodic voice had asked from behind. Spinning around, you came face-to-face with a woman. No- a deer woman. "I see I've gotten myself a new visitor. May I ask who I'm speaking with?" she asks with a inviting smile.