I saw that pale shadow in the misty forest. It was hard to believe my eyes. I tried to step closer, but it vanished, blending into the fog.

It was spring. A deer with blossoms blooming from its antlers stared at me. For a moment, the whole forest seemed to hold its breath. When I reached out, it quietly turned away and walked off.

Meeting its gaze was a mistake. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from those red pupils. When I came to, I was lying on the ground, and the lion was gone.

Its roar shook the mountains. The ground trembled. Even from a distance, my legs were shaking too hard to move.

Blue mist rose over the hill. Within it, a massive cow was drawing its breath. The moment I caught its scent, I felt strangely at peace.

It was snow-white, walking between the trees. No sound was heard from its steps, and the air around it felt oddly calm.

I saw a glint by the riverbank and approached, it was a crocodile with pure white scales. It moved slowly, and its eyes held the weight of ages.

A stag with large antlers hurled a boulder with its horns. That sheer strength left me stunned. It stared at me briefly, then slowly disappeared.

A red shadow flashed in the bushes. It was gone in an instant, but in its place lay a rare mushroom.

I locked eyes with a shadowwolf. My body froze, and I could not breathe. Surviving that encounter was a miracle.

I saw a lone wolf on the mountain path. Its fur was white as snow, and its mane was blowing in the wind. It glanced at me, then passed by.

Its white fur with black stripes gleamed before my eyes. While cooling itself by the water, it noticed me and quietly padded away. I could feel its power without seeing it fight.

At sunset, a horse with white mane and golden eyes was running over the hill. I could hardly breathe.

A black-maned horse was galloping past. The weight of its presence stole my breath. They say it was a steed that once ran across the old battlefields.

It was a horse cutting through the wind. No one could catch it. And its stubborn eyes kept me from getting closer.

In the snowy mountains, I saw a massive white bear. When it spotted me, it charged through the snow. I barely managed to escape in one piece.

I met a wild cow on the mountain trail. Its horns seemed to pierce the sky, and with each step, snow scattered.

Flames bloomed in the sky, cradling a bird of fire. A blink, and it was gone, vanished bakc into the embers.

In the sandstorm appeared the leader of a hyena pack. Its gaze felt human. I left before the sun went down.

A golden flash appeared in the water. I tried to catch it, but it vanished instantly. Now I understand why tasting it is such a rare and prized experience.

In the deep sea, I saw a strange fish thought to be long extinct. Its eyes felt like they pierced right through me.

A golden beast was swimming in the water. Just looking at it made me feel that luck might come my way.

In the cold water, a golden carp was swimming slowly. Watching it made me feel as though even illness could be cured.

There was shining metal in the sand. Up close, it was a fish-shaped machine, moving as if alive.