CLOVE（Amethyst Butterfly Bracelet）

It happened during a winter she could barely explain.

Voices in the classroom started sounding distant, as though they were traveling through water. Snow outside the windows sometimes seemed faintly violet. There were even moments when she could no longer tell whether someone had truly spoken to her, or if she had only imagined it.

No one around her noticed anything unusual.

But Biancana did.

Especially at dusk.

Whenever daylight began to fade, pale butterflies would appear near the edge of the forest. Their wings carried the muted color of evening skies — soft gray touched with fading purple — so fragile they almost looked unreal.

And somehow, no one else ever seemed to notice them.

Once, she tried reaching out to touch one.

Her fingers passed through it like smoke.

That was the moment fear finally found her.

Because deep down, she understood something she did not want to admit:

The butterflies might not exist at all.

Yet they kept returning every evening.

Sometimes alone.
Sometimes in silent swarms drifting through the snow-covered trees.

They would vanish before night fully arrived, leaving behind only that strange feeling of unreality she could never escape.

And little by little, Biancana stopped knowing where the hallucinations ended—

and where her world began.