As Fein lay unconscious, his battered body began to undergo a remarkable transformation. The injuries that marred his form slowly faded away, vanishing before the eyes of any who might witness the miracle unfolding. Visible regeneration took hold, stitching together torn flesh and healing broken bones.
Unbeknownst to Fein, as he drifted in the realm of unconsciousness, the surrounding wildlife stirred with curiosity. Creatures of the wild, both majestic and fierce, passed by his still figure. Three gentle deer approached, their delicate noses twitching as they sniffed the air around Fein's prone body. Sensing no threat, they cautiously drew closer, their warm breath creating gentle ripples of air that brushed against his skin. In an act of tenderness, their tongues reached out to tenderly lick his cheek, their actions mirroring a gesture of comfort and solace.
