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When evening descends like silence, The red butterflies come. Fading into the fire of sunset, Unseen. Spreading stars with their wings. The way to follow them: Quietly. Catch a glimmer of red, A pulsing heartbeat, a wingbeat, Alive. They're alive; seek them out. It's as if secrets come alive When the world shuts its eyes. A butterfly lands on my arm. Gentle. Fire and starlight, on my skin. An ethereal dimension, the night Sweetens my senses. So I barely feel it when the butterfly Burns. I won't feel it until morning, awake. It made a conscious choice, to Leave a mark on my soul, my body. But it never had malicious Intentions. From my pers