Mothman sat in a field of orange and yellow wildflowers that sprouted from the earth against a backdrop of bright green grass after the rains fell for a season at levels not seen in years. As he admired the landscape, inhaled the sweet air, his red eyes locked on an insect buzzing toward him, mesmerized by the sight of it coasting along with the gentle breeze, tiny wings fluttering. Mothman spread his dark wings, and stretched an arm out, extending his index finger just as the little bug reached him, landing on his fingernail, resting with its wings tucked beneath its shell. He noticed small black dots against its round red body, thinking the color matched the shade of his orbs, feeling the beating inside his chest grow rapid with thoughts of what if. What if this bug and his eyes reflected wavelengths of light the same way, like how it would in two different creatures, but ones meant to exist in the same world.
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