Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel? I asked the question a thousand times but being children of a lesser god comes at a price. We are after all, little more than gilded… jaded… wounded bugs.
One night to live an entire lifetime… One night to have your wings crushed like powdered paper in the hands of a careless child.
Really, really though… Who would want to break a butterfly upon a wheel?
The beast was here all along…