"Monarch, Peacock, Red Admiral, Painted Lady, what do you think we will become?"
"My mind has not meddled in metamorphosis lately"
"Am I just a silhouette of desire to you? Alluring but untouchable?"
"Questions drip off your tongue so rapidly. You're salivating at the thought of our future. Stagnation might be good for you"
"I want us to form the most nurturing chrysalis, almost iridescent, growing in harmony so much so that our daydreams intermingle, our subconscious shares the same dream space, when you try to serenade me, the notes erupt from my throat too."
"The chrysalis would entrap my soul with the intensity you speak about"
"Entrapment is a state of mind. The incubation of our love will only metamorphose to become beautiful, free creatures, don't you see? Don't you want that?"
"Monarch, Peacock, Red Admiral, Painted Lady, what I think we will become? These sound like a monumental task. One that I do not desire and that your soul yearns for. I hope you kiss the stars one day."
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