I was sitting in the rolling hills of grass in Donegal with my daughter, on a starry night. The wind rolled by, softly brushing our hair against our cheeks. She snuggled up to me, seeking the warmth of my embrace. As we gazed at the sky, stars began to fall out of place. The first group that fell transformed into to white butterflies, brightly glowing as they danced in the air around each other.
I asked my daughter if she could see what I was seeing. She turned to look at me, confused by my visions, and simply slipped away from me, vanishing into the night.
I was alone on the hill. The cold surrounded me, and all I could do was lay down, and surrender helplessly to the starry night.
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