The man with a deer head speaks to the water bird whose voice is bright like sun through leaves. They sit beside the shrine which smells of sandal wood and lavender while an offensive bat shrieks to them, yet they turn the other way. The deer head man shows his skull cracks to the bird, they helped him through the birth canal, during birth of course. The day is pretty okay, quite pleasant like a slice chilled air. A pine cone sits tilted too. It listens in the breeze. It won't tell the weather to the others, it never does. Too bad, soon it will rain again.