Leave the Caterpillar behind

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As the melancholic melody plays in the background, the crimson in my body sways to its symphony.

The crimson turns to a transparent shade of tear as the music brings about a purge that takes me back to the very beginning of Time.

An era where Time seems to be of no particular unit. Everything feels strangely orchestral.

The unfamiliarity seems to be the audience to my Timeless performance.

I take a bow as I let go of the heaviness in my body that leaves from the tips of my corporeal frame with every dancing beat .

A buttery is born ... out of the Crimson... metamorphosing from the caterpillar .

A strange dance of Victory and confidence that allures even the most Bountiful of flowers. They offer their nectar at her feet as she smiles lovingly at them.

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#misstriouslyyours

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