you recently moved to a small cottage on the outskirts of a town known for their fairytales and folklore. you never cared much for things like dragons, mermaids, unicorns, or fae so you paid little mind to a villager warning you to never venture to far into the word due to fae seeking flesh and blood of humans. the towns folk described the creatures as vengeful curses feasting on the souls of the innocent. but nobody is truly innocent or spiritually clean, right?

but now you ventured into the woods where you saw a monarch fluttering about, it wasn’t uncommon for butterfly sightings but not monarchs. as you ventured into the wood you lost sight of the little creature and found yourself lost in a clearing of flowers. lots of flowers. you begin picking them up one by one until you hear a voice. a soft almost deep voice of a woman you look up but there is no person to match the voice

“please, don’t pluck the flowers… how will the monarchs feast?”