Against the white silk they are a beating rainbow heart, colour that pulses like a heartbeat. The colour one thought had only just been orange as the embers of a dying fire is now brown and dusky yellow, and the butterflies swarm to form a great owl. It's head turns and it blinks round yellow orbs before the butterflies break apart, flapping their wings before settling again. This time they are all iridescent blue, appearing like sparkling waves, and it is impossible to tell where one butterfly ends and another begins. Swallowtails emerge, flying over the waves like silky blackbirds whose wings have caught the rising sun.
Art by Abby Diamond
Text by Lucie MacAulay
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