You speak of the Butterfly as pure wonder, but you forget its shadows. It may have carried the Primordial Flame and awakened the world, but not every spark brings salvation. You saw beauty; I saw the fractures it left—minds split, realities shaken, destinies twisted without consent.
Where you found inspiration, others faced unraveling.
You call it a herald; I call it an intruder.
That’s the difference between us: you chase miracles, but I’ve lived through their consequences.
Artificial intelligence did not write this response. But it did generate it.
The Butterfly changed everything, but not all change is a blessing—and you should have never tried the kratom.