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The Kaleidoscopes and Eclipses

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Parts 11
Time 4h 27m

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Butterflies... Aren't they just gorgeous? Their vibrant colors. Their unique stripes. Their spots. The way they fly. The way they see each other. The way they beautifully glide to a flower. The world sees them as one of the most alluring creatures to ever be seen. Whether humans are afraid of them or not, they will always see beauty in them. Butterflies are kind and sweet just like nectar. But some butterflies are poisonous, bitter not sweet.

For Moths? Oh if only the world could see their radiance too, but it's a shame. They come in many colors, but the most common are dull. Brown, black, grey, white. Those that are beautifully colored are rare to find. But most moths are ugly, having to mimic an owl for protection. They are afraid to get hurt, hidden among others, choosing to look cold and fierce. They truly look scary, but many are kind-hearted. 

Yara Eima Mustafa sees human appearance and personalities like butterflies and moths. For she has low self-esteem and finds her looks boring, dull, ugly, and unworthy of others. She's truly a sweet thing, just a little crazy. Yeah... just a little crazy. Or maybe very crazy. Nah... she's mentally insane, that's for sure.

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