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He waited. Three dawns. Four dusks. He licked the cold ground where her hoofprints had been. Friend found him there, shivering. “She’s gone,” Friend said, not as a question. And Bambi understood then that the forest was not a cathedral. It was a court, and every creature stood trial just for being born.

For the first time since the bang, Bambi stepped forward—not away. He walked into the open, where the hunters could see. He walked because running had saved his body, but staying had saved his soul. He lowered his head, not in submission, but in a promise. He waited

One dusk, the air changed. It grew a sharp tooth. The forest held its breath. Bambi’s mother stiffened, her ears radar-dishes scanning the invisible. “Run,” she breathed. But before his legs could obey, the sky cracked open with a sound that had no name—not thunder, not lightning, but a man-made bang that unmade the world. He licked the cold ground where her hoofprints had been