User blog comment:HoundTheDestroyer93/Ask Hound And Samia/@comment-30014014-20161217040721/@comment-30014014-20161220151958

''The Evermore considers his question, knowing already what he likes about this world, yet trying to find a way to express it. One by one, his illusinary butterflies shatter into pieces that fall wholesomely into the ground. Then, they all turn to thin dust, forming another images.''

One could identify as a jar of honey as a singular butterfly lays atop a grizzly, happily slurping over the sweet nectar with the lady.

''The second one was of a flock of mothmen gittering about in an island with gigantic trees lookin like pillars. Gladus appeared amidst then.''

"Turns out, he really loves playing around with mothmen. You know, flying, gliding. There's a story about this island that we,ve heard of, something that really cemented his appreciation for it. But, that a story for another day".