Over a long period of time, the butterfly seems to have arrived at its hometown. This period of time is long for it, but it is so short that it can be ignored in the yellow sand.
In that forgotten day, its world was repeated. The soil came and went. All the mountain peaks appeared in the world and suddenly disappeared, revealing a canyon at the end. It was deep and fiery, and the yellow sand almost hid all life. In this process, every time it was like drawing a mark for disaster.
The butterfly took its nectar and walked towards the bright moon and built its own new cabin. What about the other butterflies? They live in the Grand Canyon. This time the butterfly came here, perhaps because there was a small flower protruding from the yellow sand, and it came to collect the secrets for this purpose. It flew down.
But at this time, it didn't expect that the soil would come back. The soil came back and buried this grand canyon, but there was a smooth solitary peak on the soil. The butterfly looked forward and seemed to see a huge individual coming to this lonely peak. It was not acquainted with them. It knew that they could move and were living creatures, and also knew that every canyon and lonely peak was related to them. Suddenly, the huge creature squatted down and uttered words far beyond those of a butterfly.
"Being alive itself is lucky, but lucky is not necessarily being alive.
The sound seemed to spread very lucky, like the wind blowing through the grass, echoing the flowers on the ground. Those were words of self-blame, and then he stood up. The second living creature came, and it seemed to be related to the first being. It just wore a blindfold and couldn't see its face clearly, but it had the same hair color as the first one.
"Yi, have you made up your mind? "
"Yes . . . . "
"But your family. "
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