What was happening?
Before his eyes, the petal's delicate form began to twist and reshape.
The edges curled and the center thickened, transforming into fragile wings.
A moment later, a radiant pink butterfly emerged, fluttering gracefully above his palm.
The butterfly's wings sparkled with a luminescent sheen, leaving a trail of shimmering dust in the air.
Could this be a fairy?
He remembered seeing similar-looking creatures fluttering around the divine tree, but he couldn't be sure what it was.
The butterfly continued to dance around him, weaving intricate patterns in the air as if it were trying to communicate with him.
It circled him once more before hovering in front of his face.
Then, just as suddenly as it had transformed, the butterfly began to shift once more.
The shimmering wings folded in on themselves, the glow dimmed, and the tiny creature slowly reverted back into the pink petal.
It floated down gently, landing gracefully back onto Noran's palm.
