Chapter 24

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌‌‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​​​​‌⁠I'm on a bed, in a dreamscape room enveloped in pastel fog, watching a Melania butterfly the size of a man pump his massive orange and black wings above me. His voice is mellifluous, hypnotic, and I feel the soft wind of his wings against my face, cooling, scented, enveloping. It is the softness of eternal peace.

"Your body is a realm of fertility," he is saying, his tones echoing in the shadowy ha