Drifting through a twilight world stitched from petals and stardust, the curious little creature floated like a secret half-remembered. Its skull mask wasn’t meant to scare—just to charm the butterflies, who fluttered around it like loyal companions. With every swish of its tiny wings and wiggle of its curling tendrils, it kept the magic from slipping away.
“Stick around,” the butterflies chimed, settling on its petals and ribbons. And so it did—light as a sigh, strange as a dream, keeping the whole enchanted night gently glowing.
Drifting through a twilight world stitched from petals and stardust, the curious little creature floated like a secret half-remembered. Its skull mask wasn’t meant to scare—just to charm the butterflies, who fluttered around it like loyal companions. With every swish of its tiny wings and wiggle of its curling tendrils, it kept the magic from slipping away.
“Stick around,” the butterflies chimed, settling on its petals and ribbons. And so it did—light as a sigh, strange as a dream, keeping the whole enchanted night gently glowing.
