Wing veins can be imitated, patterns can be colored, and even the neural responses to wing flapping can be implanted. As long as I learn to stay in the wind, learn to express joy and anger with my wings, and learn to breathe like a real butterfly, others will naturally believe that I am no different from them.
But the disguise cannot be faded and forgotten.
Those overly bright roses, the bee pupae that failed to emerge from their cocoons, the nuns who patrolled silently at night, and the too-quiet eyes that occasionally fell on my wings will all slowly surge in the depths of my memory at some unnoticed moment.
...
The wind blows from behind, causing irresistible ripples on the skin and in the heart.
It pushed me to raise my wings, and also pushed me to understand——
Flying is never about becoming a tiny butterfly.
Later, his voice was mixed in with the wind. The voice sounded low, carried by the wind, and blended into every breath.
"Ling Lin, don't be afraid!"
"This time, fly up and show me! Fly high up for me!"
Concept: illusion and reality, self-awakening, flow of identity, free will, unity of mind and body