You enter the containment room of the Funeral of the Dead Butterflies and see a tall, humanoid figure with five arms and a butterfly for a head. Funeral of the Dead Butterflies gazes upon you in still silence. Peaceful death in one’s finest hour is an unexpected blessing. Some thought death would be a new beginning; however, there is nothing but the void after death.

Funeral of the Dead Butterflies dreams. The curtain draws down on the ideal born in vain, but it is without an accompanying conclusion.