Purple butterflies

I stand on the peak of a cliff trying to make myself safe and comfortable as possible amongst all the other people trying to stand there to take a view from the cliff.
 Taking slow steps, crawling sometimes, large bumps sometimes, I try to reach the maximum safety while wanting to take a good view from the cliff as well.
 The moment I knew that's the maximum possible enthralling view I could sight from all my safety and security, I tried to enjoy, live the moment. I tried to breathe.
 Strangely, the open enthralling sight of the mountains and forests were still claustrophobic to me. I couldn't find the smell of fresh air to breathe. There is wind on my face. My hair is flying around, but not the flowy, wavy fly was it. It was dry, frizzy and without life.
 Wondering what would make me feel alive that moment, my eyes gushed and followed a mystically flying butterfly that appeared, probably from the mountains of the far away beautiful land.
 It made me skip a beat. I slipped my very carefully stepped foot in the blink of an eye. The very next minute, all I could see was a flood of those mystically flying purple butterflies. They spread purple flying colours that coloured my brown eyes into purple.
When I opened my eyes, I saw the purple mountains and forests. Leaves and flowers in purple like that wanting to touch smoothly and taste it with the softness of your lips. I realised the air was filled with a mystical fragrance. The smell of the musk it must be, the divine odour of the mountains from the far away beautiful land.
I experienced the divine magical and enthralling beauty through my vision, breathe and all my senses.Little did I realise that the mystical flowing purple butterfly made me fly off the cliff leaving my feathers of safety and comfort.
I am a mystical flowing purple butterfly now.

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