Before me lay a dark abyss, the pitch-black night devouring
everything, ensnaring me in its grasp. I worried whether I would ever escape
this black hole. With a gentle flutter of my gorgeous wings, I felt afraid,
but the unwavering dream in my heart flew towards my sacred destination -
the Butterfly Spring. My heart felt warm, a latent force driving me forward.
Thus, I flew faster.
A "thump" broke the dead silence. I felt suspended in mid-air, attempting to
flap my wings. Apart from the powder emanating from my fragrant wings, my
body remained immobile and was drawn in even closer by a magnet-like force.
On my journey to fulfill my dreams, I experienced panic and helplessness for
the first time.
In the desolate night, my restless thoughts gradually calmed down, and fate
delivered another blow - I fell into the spider's web, and I froze, my mind
blank.
Suddenly, a faint rustling sound jolted me awake. I saw a colossal creature
extending its claws towards me, poised to stab me with its steel-like blade.
I broke down, hysterically shouting: "Why does fate tease me so? Why does it
let my boiling dreams die?"
The instinct for survival urged me to struggle with all my might, the sound
of my wings tearing apart piercing my heart...
I fell heavily onto a branch of an old locust tree.
Destined to never fly again, everything seemed predetermined. Why did fate
torment me like this? Why did it give me dreams, only to shatter my wings?
Even though my heart was filled with a damp desire, I could not change the
reality that I could no longer fly and pursue my dreams. This night was
about to consume my only hope, my only attachment.
But I refused to give up, to compromise. My body might have succumbed to
fate, but my spirit would not. I began to imagine, my heart filled with hope
once again - the beautiful Butterfly Spring, where flowers bloomed, birds
and butterflies danced, tree shadows reflecting on the water, and under the
azure sky, another butterfly, with a pair of tattered wings, flew the
highest and farthest. Like a beautiful door leaf, it emitted waves of
fragrance, because it believed that even though its wings were broken, its
heart could still soar. |