Everything burned. The plans. The pride. The version of himself he had carefully built for years. All of it ash. But when the smoke cleared, he opened his hands. And there it was. Still alive. Still glowing. A butterfly that had no right to exist in all that darkness and yet, there it was. Sitting in his palms like a secret the fire forgot to take. This piece is not about what you lost. It is about what you were holding so tightly that even the worst of it couldn't reach. You still have something worth keeping. 🦋🖤