There was a forest, just behind the town hall. The children in town would call it haunted. Some would even say they saw a ghost with pale white eyes and hair. Despite the rumours, you never felt scared around it.

That was, until you saw the so called “ghost” for yourself. He sat under the pale moonlight. A white butterfly sat on his finger as he stared at it curiously. His hair was a ghostly white, his eyes the same. But he also had clear almost crystal like wings with intricate detailing.