The creature took to the air, its newfound wings unfurling. Coasting through the night sky, it flitted from flower to flower, spreading nectar and pollen so that plants could bloom. Its crystalline wingdust peppered the creatures below, a sparkling glow that shone luminously under the sacred moon above. Memories of a caterpillar seemed a lifetime ago. This new form felt light, free. No longer bound to the earth, it revelled in flight.
Recorded live at Why Symposium 2019 Launch Party, at the Homestead Tasmania.
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