The Dawn Girl Who Was Never Seen

At the edge of sleep and waking, she stands — a girl with wings made of silence, and eyes dusted with moonlight. Butterflies dance around her, not to fly, but to recite the forgotten tale hidden in the folds of the flower she holds. Her hair, like roots of the night, gently twines through the soil of dreams, and the blossom in her hands echoes the last dream of spring brought to life by the hush of fluttering wings. No one knows where she came from — but those who gaze into her eyes slowly forget they were ever human at all.