[Butterflies don't speak, or she might be able to tell Sora the opposite, that she comes from a damaged world and from darkness. It's not a world where the innocent, like him, are allowed to remain innocent very long, it seems sometimes.
But she also comes from a world that is building itself with its own strength, a world where all that once saved it was humanity's shared wish, a world that's still stubbornly reaching for a golden future. A world she'll still protect because none of them wanted to see it destroyed.
The light powder of the butterfly's wings glitters, like ice catching the light, as if to cast a glow over the world all on its own. She circles higher and higher, as though flying away into the sky- perhaps where she claims to come from, a distant planet.]
sora, too sweet T_T
But she also comes from a world that is building itself with its own strength, a world where all that once saved it was humanity's shared wish, a world that's still stubbornly reaching for a golden future. A world she'll still protect because none of them wanted to see it destroyed.
The light powder of the butterfly's wings glitters, like ice catching the light, as if to cast a glow over the world all on its own. She circles higher and higher, as though flying away into the sky- perhaps where she claims to come from, a distant planet.]