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I don’t remember all the details, but there’s one part that stuck with me. I was in my patio during the blue hour (it felt like dusk or dawn), and I saw a white butterfly flying around. It eventually landed on the ground, but as soon as it did, it turned black. I didn’t feel particularly scared, but I did feel a bit unsettled and curious about why the butterfly changed color. The unease might come from the fact that my grandma was very afraid of black moths, as she believed they were omens of death or bad luck. But it wasn’t a moth, it was a butterfly, so I’m not sure what to make of it.

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