The Legend of the Reindeer

In the hidden thickets of the spring forest, where streams awaken every blade of grass from sleep, and the air trembles with the first warmth, the spirit of awakening — the Reindeer - dwells. His body, woven of sunbeams and shadows of young foliage, is like a deer of unearthly beauty, and the horns are not bone, but crystal, as if carved from morning frost.
 

To see him is the rarest luck, sent down to someone whose heart beats in unison with the music of the forest. Someone who can hear the bud budding or the roots whispering underground.
 
A lucky person who has seen a Reindeer can ask for the only wish associated with a new beginning. But it must be pure, like spring water, and come from the very depths of the soul. Otherwise, the Reindeer will melt in the radiance of the morning, leaving behind only a fleeting, dream-like scent of a blooming apple tree. Perhaps that's why demons, whose hearts are full of malice, have never been honored with this meeting.