Once upon a time there were two lovers. Their love was pure and true. A scorned witch became jealous of their glory and cast a dark spell upon them. One became a phantom of the night, with wings as enchanting as the moon. The other was a slave to daylight, forever languishing in the sparkling sun. The lovers only saw each other in fleeting moments between wakefulness and dreams - as the sun and moon shared dominion over the sky. The witch, no longer jealous, saw the anguish of their fate and wept. The spell had only brought more pain to an already scorched heart. In despair, the witch became the softest breeze. In eternal penance to caress and soothe the pain that was wrought.
Thus is the tale of the Lunar Moth and Monarch Butterfly.
