How do I know that I am not a butterfly, or that the butterfly is not me?
It is recorded in "Strange Stories of Three Continents" that there is a kind of strange butterfly in the snowfield in southern Weizhou. They sleep in the depths of the white snow. They emerge from their cocoons and become butterflies on the winter solstice, but they will die the next morning. Their corpses were scattered across the wasteland, taking on an ominous purple color under the sunlight and snow. There is also a rumored curse that says that people who have seen this kind of butterfly will die in their dreams after the 19th day, and their souls will also turn into this kind of butterfly.
This kind of butterfly is called the Purple Butterfly; the mysterious curse is called Butterfly Killer.
I am willing to turn into a butterfly just for the obsession in my heart. . .
A mysterious girl with no past or future.
A capricious and suave perfumer.
A series of fantastic stories
At the end, who will drink the tears?
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