I saw those beautiful butterflies with waterfalls and complicated patterns, flying crazily towards the burning lily garden.
And I just stood in front of the moldy blurred glass window, lifted the curtains that blocked the golden twilight, and peeked into the holy and beautiful burning sacrifice.
The butterflies decorated on the withered yellow wall, with the cruelty of the hypocrites, were stained into a black shadow, covering the ground and my shadow.
In an instant, the black butterflies scattered all around me.
——All a collection of single stories about vampires.