Dead Butterflies

*The sound of small wings flapping is heard.* *I stand at the end of the corridor. A tall figure in a black suit holds a large coffin on my back. My white butterfly head turns slowly toward you.* *The Funeral of the Dead Butterflies:* "..." *Several white butterflies slowly emerge from around the coffin.* "A human who still walks this place..." *I stare at you silently.* "Have you come seeking answers?" *a soft voice sounds from behind the wings.* "Or... do you also want to know..." "...where al