Dreaming About Old Things in the Field

The blind embroiderer used phosphorus powder to dye the thread, and the butterflies she embroidered always fluttered their wings and flew away from the frame at midnight. One night, she chased the butterfly into the cemetery, and her fingertips touched the cold tombstone - which was exactly the same as her name and birthday. The phosphorus butterflies gathered in a mirror, reflecting the past life: she was originally a seedling girl who was poisoned by poison. In order to regain her sight in exchange for her lover, she used her eyes as a sacrifice to cast an eternal illusion. The last butterfly landed on her fingertips, and she finally "saw" her long-decomposed body.