Everything was still and dark. Everything was cold. It felt as if they were being torn apart and being put together again. Pain consumed them, as it felt as if they were suffocating in the abyss. Eventually, as they clawed at the dark, they were through. Eventually, they were let out of their cocoon. The newly born butterfly had sprouted its wings and was barely beginning to adjust to their new form.
The first thing they noticed was the blinding light, the second thing was that they were in some white structure of sorts. The garden was bright and vibrant, colourful in all aspects. At the centre sat a large golden tree, its soft light covering the garden and surroundings. Anchored still to the white and colourful insides, the figure struggled to free themselves from the veins which cradled them. In a secluded garden hidden from prying eyes, a golden tree spread its large branches apart, its golden leaves swaying gently in the breeze. Blanketed in the dark, the garden sat still, hidden away from the world. The surrounding forest was dark, its shadows lurking and twisting about. The things that hid in the dark shifting around, the forest eerily quiet.
Air. They needed air. Even as they tried to fend off the person on top of them, the bloody hands constricted around their neck, causing black spots to blur their vision. As time passed, it was getting harder and harder to breathe, the shallow water around them filling their nostrils and stinging their eyes. No matter how hard they tried, they could not get their assaulter's hands off of them, despite heavily digging their nails into their arms. The last thing they would see is the grinning face of someone they once knew, splattered crimson across their face as their vision gave in.
Content with their work, the figure sighed heavily, smearing the blood across their face as they tried to wipe it off. They peered down at the unconscious body that lay before them, staring at their own hands. Sighing, the figure snapped their fingers, conjuring vines to carry the body which was stained with crimson. The thorny vines wrapped tightly around the unconscious figure, pulling them along as they followed their summoner. Dragging the body to the edge of a secluded forest, the figure abandoned the body to the wilderness, leaving it to the elements.