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I am the butterfly fluttering in your wild garden.
Hovering on the edge of danger, so gentle and graceful.
I glided over your scales, as black as the night.
I've found my home, and I'll never go back.
I am the butterfly that dances in your wilderness.
Little butterfly, why are you lingering here?
I would hold my breath and let the world recede into the distance.
Little butterfly, why do you linger here?
In this abode of flames, in this realm of terror
My scales are as black as night, the nothingness of the sky.
But you see my darkness as the light in your eyes.
I don't need light to know what you look like.
I am a fallen sun, a dying star.
In this silent darkness, we are not far apart.
Let the world remain blind, let the stars grow utterly cold.
