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On the other hand, the house was always a dark and gloomy place. Even the steps I took towards it felt heavy and unsteady, and when I entered the door with the password, the house was filled with a silence that made my stomach churn. The inside felt like it was filled with a suffocating, suffocating air, suffocating my entire body and breathing.
She hated the atmosphere of that house. Even the neatly organized interior was almost disgusting. The large family picture hanging in the living room was filled with awkward, fake smiles. This was the true nature of her family. They pretended to be close to the public, a family that was on the verge of death, while behind the scenes, they controlled everything. The pressure, under the guise of image management, only made her more miserable.
"I want to be a butterfly, too, so I can fly freely in the sky. So I can go wherever I want every day."
She didn't know it either. That she resembled a butterfly. That butterflies, too, wander at night, struggling to find light, flapping their wings.
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Then, to escape her parents' oppressive orders, she changed the direction of her wandering wings for the first time. Unlike the scorching sun of the day, when flesh could be heard burning, the midsummer night's air was warm, yet a cool fragrance permeated the air.
Her hair swayed in the gentle breeze. Her expression seemed happier than it had been at school. The very presence of a lightly breezy park, rather than the heavy air of her home on a midsummer night, was a wondrous experience for her.
As she sat on a park bench, listening to the chirping of insects and feeling the cool breeze, a beautiful butterfly gently landed on her index finger. As if comforting her, it landed on her hand and circled her, repeating its noble wingbeats.
The butterfly circled around her and flew off, and she followed it. It kept pace with her, and they arrived at a park in full bloom, a summer night sea where a cool breeze brushed past her.
The night sea, with the full moon reflecting off the water and the waves crashing against it, was a sight beyond words. The stars, previously hidden from view by the city lights, shone beautifully here, illuminating her as if they had been created just for her.
The night sea she saw for the first time, the light breeze brushing past her, the moon and stars illuminating her, even the beautiful butterflies fluttering their wings around her—she was utterly blissful. The cool scent of a midsummer night, the scent of flowers carried by the wind from the park behind her, they were all wonderful.
The sight that caught her eye, the scent that tickled her nose, the sound that flowed through her ear canal, the butterfly that landed on her hand—all were precious and beautiful to her. There, she clasped her hands together, locked eyes with the butterfly, and spoke.
"Please let me be a butterfly. I want to live a life of freedom, please..."
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The moonlight that had illuminated her in the darkness had vanished, and bright sunlight had suddenly emerged. Opening her eyes to the piercing sunlight, she sensed something strange. Her body had suddenly become lighter, her vision had drastically lowered.
She tried to move her legs, but they wouldn't work. Her arms flailed, and she floated into the air. Embarrassed, she didn't know what to do, but she gradually adjusted to her changed vision and body. She understood why she had changed. She had truly become a butterfly. Just as she had hoped. But she hadn't yet seen the butterfly's darkness.
The darkness of the butterfly she saw was darker and more miserable than her own. She still didn't know the difference between darkness imposed by force and true darkness. The truth she would soon learn: seeing darkness, she lost her wings and fell.
The butterfly's darkness was more painful than her own.