The screen flickers to life at frame zero. The light is that honey-thick gold of a 5:00 PM summer in a place that doesn't exist.
As she reaches the center of the frame, she stops. She doesn't "catch" them; she beckons. One by one, the shards of light descend, folding their geometric wings to fit into the dark velvet interior of the box. fetching_butterflies_0038.mp4
The butterflies aren't typical. They are shards of stained glass, translucent and humming with the sound of distant wind chimes. They don't flutter so much as they glitch through the air, leaving trails of iridescent dust that hang for a second too long before evaporating. The screen flickers to life at frame zero