Looking out of my window, it all looked so beautiful. The gardens, the forever sunless sky, the trees and the darkness behind them, leading to the forest. All you had to do was head towards the little bridge that went over the river. And the wildlife? The rabbits were the easiest to spot. They were the bravest. Ventured out from the trees every night and would only leave if you got too close to them. The squirrels were also never far but they were small and the trees were tall and they would rarely come down. The foxes and the owls were easily heard too, you just had to pay attention. But the ones we all wanted to see, the rarest of them all, were the deer. You could count yourself lucky if you ever saw them. Very lucky if you saw them up close. I only saw them once, one foggy night. I was sitting by the window reading a book by the candlelight and there they were standing silently in the darkness of the night, two deer. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I ran outside and followed them into the forest until I could no longer see in front of me. It was then I heard the chanting.