『A crystal can only reveal its hidden structure when fractures thread through its inclusions』
Jewelry embedded with the finest of gemstones will always capture a person's attention. Whether it be through the flurry of colors running through the glas...
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『ARC FOUR: A BUTTERFLY'S DEDUCTION』
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Although butterflies have short life spans, they are probably one the most interesting species of insects we have.
And despite this notion, these creatures somehow still managed to thrive even with the odds stacked against them. Survival is one of the only things that these insects know how to do because they are fragile and delicate things. They are of utmost importance to certain ecosystems, and thus, are needed to live in certain areas.
Even if they are transparent and weak, they adapt and use their wings as defense mechanisms in order to live another day. They adorn a spectrum of intricate patterns and weave beautiful colors into detailed mats to frighten predators who dare to try and swallow them whole. Having the taste of toxic lingering on your taste buds from a poisonous butterfly does not seem fun after all. And even without toxins coating their bodies, butterflies are intelligent.
The freezing temperatures of any place could raise alarm to any butterfly's life. In order to activate their muscles for flight, their body temperature must be at least in the high eighties. When that cannot be achieved, they travel elsewhere. Flying hundreds and hundreds of miles to find the perfect climate to survive.
Survival was an interesting concept as well. As a human and as an animal, we either have two options during a life-threatening situation: fight or flight. But what happens when you do not fit into either of these categories? When you are neither of these things? What do you do? A doll, a mere puppet with strings wrapped around your limbs with no will or say as to what to do. Just posing the movements that the puppet master has commanded with a movement of their fingers. If they speak a word into your ear, you repeat it back without any problem. That is all you could do.
You have no ingrained instinct. No way of knowing whether you flee or try to push back because you have no inner voice telling you what to do automatically nor are your muscles recalling the exact actions that are needed to perform. No, you stand on the stage, lying limp in a hunched-over position while you wait patiently for the threads to start ascending as the master begins her concert. How boring, how suffocating, no?
The moment Junpei was born, crafted, forged, whatever the correct word was, the first thing he gazed upon was a veil crafted of an obsidian gem. Utter darkness was a better description. It was not because the lights were flicked off or because of a blindfold but because he had no idea how to open his eyelids. Then he felt it. A small, almost nonexistent tug at something inside him. It was strange as the tip of someone's fingernail had carefully latched at a thread and started to pull it towards them.
A dizzying fracture, delicately inscribing itself on a glass mirror to pluck a piece of the reflective surface before shaving a layer off the edge and placing it back. Without any evidence left behind, the crack that had drilled itself into the mirror was no longer present. Like it was never there in the first place. But was it not there a moment ago?
