Butterfly Dreams

Artia had the same dream, night after night, that she had been taken captive and was held in an impenitrable cital, in the highest tower. In her dream at sunset she was permitted to bathe and relished the warmth of the golden waters.

In every dream at some point, she would start to see butterflies appear at one side of the bathing pool and if she held out her hand they would fly close and even land. When the red butterfly appeared she knew the dream would soon be over, quickly she would gaze at its beauty and think the kindest thoughts for the butterfly to take with it back to the world, hoping it would ripple from its wings with each flutter into reality. The red butterfly would disappear and then she would wake and walk to the window that looked out across the city from the highest tower in the citadel. 4050 x 3240 px PNG