The Tiny Night Butterfly Flutters, Beating Its Wings Against...
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The Tiny Night Butterfly Flutters, Beating Its Wings Against...
Prompt Text
The tiny night butterfly flutters, beating its wings against the distorted-translucent matrix of consciousness, reaching for the hidden warm light somewhere deep inside, reflecting back as the virgin sitting over a letter she can’t finish, nibbling the tip of her pen, trying to gather her thoughts, fighting off dreams, summoning memories of a better past as a defense against the truth of this evening, preceding her autumn, arriving with sunset, the rustle of leaves on the roof, the sound of falling apples in the garden, with a sense of having lost something important, with notes of sadness in this nocturne of life, in an atmosphere of restlessness, lack of completeness, emotional emptiness—she, like this butterfly in her aimless attempts, moves under the rustle of gray wings and the knocks on the transparency of being, matching her heartbeat.