I am — Iom?
My name is Iom!
I seem to be a cosmic, golden butterfly. Cool!
I am flying through layers of different times and places. They are like a breeze. They carry me.
The Star warms me. The light mist is water, sustenance.
I am so — Free.
My name is Iom!
I seem to be a cosmic, golden butterfly. Cool!
I am flying through layers of different times and places. They are like a breeze. They carry me.
The Star warms me. The light mist is water, sustenance.
I am so — Free.
I was — something before this.
I can't remember what it was. But I miss it. What was I? I can't remember! What should I do?!
I know.
I should — fly.
I can't remember what it was. But I miss it. What was I? I can't remember! What should I do?!
I know.
I should — fly.
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Golden Butterfly Patricia Fatta
