In a luscious , serene park on the edge of the colossal city , a small girl with a pale complexion sat quietly on a wooden bench surrounded by lots of greenery and fences. She sat there daydreaming entering all of her thoughts in the back of her mind . Sat neatly beside her was a well looked after journal and a pile of paper and pens . She took a piece of thin , azure paper and folded a beautiful , elegant butterfly . There is a forlom , lonely look in her eyes as she lets the magnificent piece of art float into the warm breeze . The egg yolk sun shone down on the barren park as cascade of orange butterflies fluttered above her .
