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Bambi lost the hope...


He was totally alone.


The darkness slowly devoured the light.


And, like ancient monuments, the forest is now in ruins.


Bambi started to walk. Watching his steps carefully for don´t have the same fate like his father. He traveled for a long trip... but in fact it was only a couple of meters.

Nobody appeared on his travel. No corpses, no remains, nothing.


- Nobody is alive. - Bambi thought for himself. - I am the only one. I am a survivor. A survivor on an empty world.


He felt misserable. He was totally lost. Then he found a rock and he sat on it.

Then passed for his head a lot of horrible things. Bad things. Wishes of hate, melancholia. He felt a pain on his chest, and then, a whisper come to his head: "You should not be alive, you should be death like the rest".

Bambi nodded. He felt his existence on this point was unfair. Like a joke of the destiny.


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- Now I can understand. - Cheshire said to Mune. - An inception of an idea can loop on a dream and become on a nightmare.

- What do you mean? - Asked Mune totally confused.

- The dream will start again on this point and repeat over and over until something happen. But Bambi... or somebody else, created a loop of guilt. We must stop this.

- But how?

- We must put an idea.

- Wait, but you said...

- Forget what I said before blue guy. Now, let´s focus on the problem. And here is where your inocence will work.

- Wait, look, look!


Then they saw Bambi like melting on himself. He was starting to cry.


- He is totally break. - Said Cheshire smiling.

- We need help him. - Insisted Mune.

- Alright. Then think in something nice, beautiful.


Then, Bambi cried more louder. Suddenly, the forest was fulling of smoke again.


- Now blue guy, think now on something can help! -  Yelled Cheshire.

- I have the idea, watch this. - Mune moved his hands and then the creepy cat smiled.

- I asume maybe this can work, but something left... let me put my touch...


And then, on middle of the sorrow of the little deer, pain and fear... then, and only then, the dream started to change...

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Randochi

I shudder to think what Bambi would have seen if there was something to return back to.