I am a butterfly with broken wings.
"Revealing" did not heal my disability, it only made me taste pain again.
I waited by the stream for the next one of my kind, guarding this forest until the end of my life, but I waited for a fire that burned everything.
It turns out that from beginning to end, it was never the wings that trapped me, but all the seemingly gentle restraints in the world.
"For the Broken Wing Butterfly, flowers are also a kind of constraint."
Concept: The self-awakening and escape from restraint of a butterfly with broken wings