Frost Beneath the Moon's Shadow

Beneath the moon's shadow, a unique black-and-purple butterfly fluttered by, leaving a shimmering trail. Gradually, everything around me was shrouded in a transparent, deep crimson that would not fade: the color of blood. I couldn't make a sound. My thin lips pressed together. I hadn't lost my voice, yet I couldn't utter a single word. I reached out my hand, only to find it covered in scarlet. Against its pure color, the blood looked all the more glaring. My head mechanically drooped. Long hair slipped across my face, hiding everything in my eyes and leaving only pain. In a daze, a door appeared before me. I struggled to my feet from where I had slumped on the ground and pushed it open. Blinding light fell upon me, and I couldn't open my eyes. Heh, had I reached my limit? I opened my clenched fist and reached out, trying to grasp something, but there was only air, tinged with the faint sweetness of blood...