Emma told me a story last night.
The world was once drained of its color. The butterflies and the moths were the only colorful, beautiful things left. The moths wanted to bring light and color back to the rest of the world, so they went to the butterflies, to ask if they would give up some of their color for the rest of the world.
The butterflies were vain, and refused. So the moths gave up all their color, so that the world would be happy and beautiful again.
I don’t know why, but this made me so sad…