Is there such a butterfly?
The wet head just emerged from the plump and sweet cocoon.
Just then, I heard my deep voice piercing the narrow, cold blue sky above my head like a sharp ray of light.
So it concluded that it had come to a world filled with sadness.
There was only despair and coldness, sweeping over fiercely.
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