Good day. I wrote a short story and made a song out of it. Maybe someone will like it)
When I Saw the Butterflies
When I saw the butterflies, I realized – there was no more time. White, translucent, floating in silence. They are not alive. Never were. They come when it’s already too late.
I remember how we were taught from childhood: not to drink the water, not to breathe without a mask, not to leave the doors open. But the dust seeps in anyway, creeps into the lungs, soaks into the blood.
I felt nothing at first – only a slight chill, a tremor under the skin, as if something was sliding through my veins, searching for a way out. When I saw the butterflies, I realized – I was infected. And there was no way back.
I lock the door. I know it won’t change anything. The pain – just a shadow for now, but I already hear them. Scratching. Stirring. Breeding inside me. The first ones move along my nerves – tiny, fast, greedy. They gnaw at me from within, from the tips of my fingers to my heart.
I look in the mirror. My eyes turn red. My skin grows pale. My stomach clenches with nausea. I feel something moving. Not real… but I feel them. Inside… inside…
No one will save me. No one will pull me out. I see them growing – thin white wings tear through my flesh. I want to rip myself apart, to let them out, but it’s pointless. The parasites don’t die with the body. They wait. They swell. They burst. Their spores scatter, seep into the walls, into the air, into the lungs of those who come after me.
When I saw the butterflies, I realized – I would become part of their swarm. Like all those before me.
Time is up.
https://suno.com/song/4a696d64-25c0-47bf-9265-783b444fa177