Magoa; the sorrow of broken heart which soars so deep that it won't heal up. The stinging sense lingering to your spirit, aching in desperation of need, is inflicted by great sadness and grief, enormous anger enveloped within. At some point, you have to get out of this endless abyss. However, at what point does sorrow morph into something unusual, and more unpredictable?

As the darkness enveloped the mere, a light peaks up, blinding it. Flapping its vivid wings, unraveling an unknown creature so beautiful, purifying the clouded soul. Euphoria flows down the veins, bursting into a heap of joy upon the fragile butterfly. Landing straight to the heart, @maggoa, the pill to heal up your wounds.