Last night, I had a strange and unclear dream.
On the dilapidated street corner, on the gray and white scattered spider web, a butterfly was struggling painfully. In the dark shadow, the spider spread its claws and advanced step by step.
It flapped one of its wings and tried with all its strength to break free.
Finally, it flew up, but the wing on that side was also broken, and golden powder scattered from the wound, like a mist...