In a forgotten forest, where the trees whispered ancient secrets and the mist clung to the ground like a lingering dream, there roamed a stag unlike any other. His coat was as black as the midnight sky, yet speckled with shimmering white dots, like the stars scattered across the heavens. The villagers called him the Starry Stag, a creature born of the night and the wild magic that pulsed through the earth.
Legends told that the stag was no mere animal, but a guardian of the forest, its heart intertwined with the life of the land. Each night, the stag would emerge from the shadows, his hooves silent on the moss-covered ground, his eyes glowing like twin moons. The forest, once still and quiet, would come alive under his presence—flowers would bloom, rivers would sing, and the trees would stretch their branches toward him, as if they, too, recognized his power.