Dear Friend,
Transformations
A creature spins its cocoon,
enchanting, silver beauty shrouding the
peculiar form.
Hidden from scrutiny, protected,
the spirit changes slowly;
but from the outside, it is a mystery.
Over time, the observers watch and
question: what is its fate?
The unyielding exterior and myths of
beautiful, flying sprites beneath
gather hope and excitement around.
The time comes, when the dark blanket
unveils the true form inside. The joy and
anticipation thickens the air as
the true interior is absconded.
But alas, it is a moth.
(This is really shit and was done in 5 minutes, but it's supposed to represent more than just caterpillars, butterflies and moths, if you can remotely understand the deeper meaning)
xxx
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