Butterflies

[Kailani]

Just did some random writing and trying to continue it. Any ideas? (and yes, I like human protagonists)


The cave was loitered with dead butterflies. The color all sapped off their powder dusted wings. The dead flitters were littered on the ground like trash deposited on the beach, wings brown like crinkled paper bags. Nothing else was dead in the cave, per say-emeralds grew off the ground like blooming flowers. Grass sprung up between cracks in the ancient walls. Ivy flung itself toward the ground from flourishing cascades of white water. Beetles clicked their bronze wings while flitting between distant shadows. A fawn pranced into the cave and carefully sapped water from a puddle dug by nature’s fingers. She ran back to the shelter of the woods outside of the clutches of the cave.
No, only the butterflies were cursed. They say in the presence of a thousand animals, only the butterflies would be stolen of life and colors robbed of their prided wings, but the rest left as untouched as if touched by a dream.