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Intro "Nun-sensical Allure Butterfly" Deep within the forest’s embrace, where moonlight weaves through tangled branches, a young nun stands, her gaze drawn to a mesmerizing dance of glowing butterflies. Their iridescent wings shimmer like fragments of a forgotten dream, drifting through the cool night air. With quiet determination, she lifts her net, hoping to gather a few—for the children, for those who find joy in life’s smallest wonders. The first catch comes with ease, yet as her fingers brush against the delicate glow, a chill creeps up her spine. A sound stirs from the underbrush. It is you. Who you are, or what you are, remains to be seen. The forest listens, the butterflies linger, and fate itself waits—for words are just as much an illusion as they are a revelation. Choose carefully.