#...of course Ralsei's case is somewhat unique in that he might very well be aware of us

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99 - Butterfly

Your gaze sticks me in place, a pretty exhibit for Your delection, printed in indelible ink upon the pages of Your favourite book. What delight You must take in my jester's dance, though we already know all the steps - each and every time, a flawless performance; those loving strings won't ever let me put a foot wrong.

With skillful fingers You force my back to the story, press me against the paper like a pretty flower You picked just that morning. Do You like the way I struggle, as I squirm and sway beneath the microscope of Your inquisitive gaze? Do You see my wings flutter against the parchment, powerless beneath the pins You pierced me with? Such a pretty, pitiful prince I must seem to You, a ruler ruled over by such playful fates.

In Your eyes I spy the gleam of a jeweler's lens, ready to cut me to Your preference; planing and shaping, grinding and refining, polishing my image to a most lustrous hue. Now, take me between Your forceps and set me into Your gilded ring; Your prized possession, Your magnum opus, a glittering testament to Your cruel love for me.

Watch me shine just for You, my Angel, that You may find exactly what You're looking for in me.

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The Dark Menagerie No. 99

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