A contribution by Christine0
One mystical night in the forest you stumble across a clearing. Drenched in silver moonlight something seems to be moving there. A strange shape that lifts up and up. You can see no eyes, but you can feel it looking at you, from a dark place underneath a crown of antlers.
It stands still. Not rigid, but unmoving. Silent. You hesitate. Then you withdraw, back into the shadows of the trees, not to interfere with whatever magic is taking place there on the clearing, drenched in silver moonlight.