Living in a world that doesn't belong to us
The deer galloped and galloped freely through the woods. It looked left, it looked right. No danger here, no danger there. It galloped more and more...but noticed something strange. There were no more trees...just lines. No clouds, no sky, no ground. Filled with curiousity, the deer pranced, plunging into the yellowy blue-lined background. But as it pranced...it noticed something that seemed to be growing from its legs...or rather, attached and growing. Growing, growing, rapping around its legs, pulling it from plunging into a vast space of emptyness. Then the beautiful creature became blind, confused. Hair started to suffocate its beautiful face. It thrashed beautifully. Hair then began to bind its body. The deer tried with all of its might, to fight this wretched force from keeping it from exploring the vast unknown. It was a hand, accompanied with what seemed to be a mystical spear. A spear that could make anything and everything from what seemed thin air. The hand and its spear dragged the deer back. Dragged and dragged the deer against its will, back into the forest. Once back in the forest, the bindings and hair were erased...as was the terrifying memory of the deer's attempting to escape. There the deer would stay. There the deer would roam. There the deer would have no freedom.
(i found this picture on google, so whoever drew this is amazing. Sorry if i can't give credit!)