·-·Fantasy·-·

The autumn breeze blew carrying the smell of the dry leaves. The black butterfly came along, fluttering its wings rapidly, impatiently, as if it longed to get to some place, some kind of paradise, a sacred place. As she flied along with the wind , dry leaves followed her and raindrops started falling slowly. But the butterfly kept flying, nothing could stop her, nothing was stronger than the longing; not even the freezing wind, not even the soaking rain. Then, after a long flight, there it was, PARADISE! So peaceful, silent, so enchanting. The grass so green, the water so transparent, so clear, the trees so tall, the smell so fresh, so good. The wind wasn't cold anymore, the rain had stopped falling long ago. The black butterfly stopped flying, she stood on a big gray rock, next to the flowing river. Her wings stopped fluttering, they stoped moving...slowly. She stood still. She looked so peaceful, so...frozen. Then...she wasn't black anymore, but gray...and then...white. She looked paralyzed...but yet...so peaceful. Her wings started shaking again, but not to fly. They started cracking slowly, and finally...broke. There was nothing left, but dust. The rain started falling again, hard. The sky turned black and the wind blew hard, taking the dust with it. Then the dry leaves followed...someplace they'd never be seen again.