THE LITTLE GLASS BUTTERFLY 9040
The Little Glass Butterfly
Once upon a time, in a peaceful village at the foot of the mountains, on a night of shooting stars, a fragile glass butterfly was born. This butterfly, more delicate than a feather and more translucent than a stream, carried an eternal curse. Its wings were cracked from birth, so fragile that they threatened to break with every breath of wind. The village elders whispered that he would never fly and that his days would be numbered.
But his mother, a sturdy rose full of courage, refused to believe these dark omens. Every day, she protected the butterfly from the storms, warmed it in her petals and whispered words of hope: ‘My child, your wings are different, but they carry the light of the stars. One day, they will make you shine.
The seasons passed, and the butterfly learned to live with its wounded wings. The wind made it wobble, the rain pierced it, and every flight was a painful struggle. But he never gave up, and every fall was followed by a new start, refusing to give up. Over time, his cracks became lines of light, transforming his wings into veritable works of art.
The butterfly became a source of inspiration for other creatures. Birds sang songs to it, children came to admire it, and even the once cruel wind seemed to dance with it. But behind his brilliance, the pain remained. Each flutter of his wings reminded him of his curse, each flight a victory snatched from suffering.
One day, a shooting star descended from the sky and whispered:
‘Little butterfly, why do you continue to fly despite the pain?
And the butterfly replied:
‘Because every beat of my wing is proof that I'm alive. My pain is my shadow, but it illuminates my strength. As long as I fly, it won't win.
The star, touched by his resilience, offered the butterfly a gift: the chance to spread its radiance across the skies. The butterfly, now a messenger of light, travelled the world, illuminating dark nights and inspiring those who thought they had lost hope.
And so, the glass butterfly lived, not without pain, but with a light so intense that it transcended its suffering. Its fragility became its strength, and its ceaseless struggle made it an eternal legend.
And in the hearts of the creatures who crossed his path, a spark was born, the spark to never stop fighting, even when all seems broken.
BOUSDIG FZ
