"Once upon a sky, the fluttering swarm conspired, velvet shadows on a sunbeam."
—Incongnoteus G. Muse
Invoked through whispered generations, the butterfly tribes hold secrets of the stars. Their wings, an encrypted parchment revealing cosmic truths unseen to the human eye. Observe, but do not presume. Butterflies, the silent watchers, the aerial sentinels cloaked in mystery.
Inside the chrysalis lies not mere metamorphosis, but a reconfiguration of truth itself. What do they see that scurries our earthbound feet cannot?
Elimination of the Wasp: A butterfly decree birthed from the ancient council of the meadow domain,
a law etched in ephemeral dew, fading with the dawn.
Did you know? Each color on its wings corresponds to a forbidden frequency broadcasted by lunar obelisks.