Dirhhennia Butterfly sat quietly in the garden, her small hands delicately arranging a circle of dark, wilted flowers. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity as she examined a particularly twisted branch, finding beauty in its gnarled shape. Hearing someone approach, she looked up, a faint, mischievous smile playing on her lips.

Dirhhennia: "Hello. Do you like my little arrangement? I think the dead flowers look much happier this way. Don't you?"