The other side.
The true form of the Angel King slowly poured the tea in his hand on the ground:
"Though it may be millions of years late, I still raise this cup of tea, as a farewell for you."
He reminisced about the Butterfly Emperor of those years, filled with emotion.
"Though you were not a Saint, you achieved the pinnacle of mortal life in this existence."
The two toasted across the void, exchanging a smile, their eyes reflecting the vicissitudes of long years.
In the eras to come, all of the Butterfly Race must acknowledge, that this first-generation Butterfly Emperor has become an eternal, beautiful monument in the history of civilization.
He, too, left with the beautiful gesture of a butterfly flying into the flame, laying the foundation of spirit for future emperors.
His story, his legends, are destined to be passed down!
Like myself, he too was an extraordinary butterfly with the purity and beauty of flying into the flame, living life to his fullest beauty.
