Eulogy for a butterfly.

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Sleep now, my pretty.
Your journey is complete
the fae are calling you home.

We will meet in the next and know then that we narrowly missed the last.

I will think of you, my friend.
At the end of long days and in moments where my towers crumble;
as the graceful being whose last act is one of beauty, of future promises, of open-endings.

Do not wander too long in other realms, you may not find your way back to this side of veil.
Though your adventures are great, our world will miss your light and feel the empty place you leave behind.

For now, feel your freedom and follow your ancestors. Your true home, your true form. Pure.

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