"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies,
Fairy tales of yesterday, will grow but never die,
I can fly, my friends!"
- Queen, The Show Must Go On

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Allow yourself to be free.

Just let go.

Let your soul soar.

The voice echoed in Luis' mind. Who was speaking to him? What were they talking about?

The stag at first ignored the voice, but little by little, it intrigued him.

"How? How do I be free?", he asked the voice.

It's easy. Look deep into your soul.

Luis tilted his head. "Huh? How do I..."

Fly, Luis! Fly!

And if it was triggered, Luis felt his back sprout great wings - monarch butterfly wings! They were absolutely huge, and even he was astounded that he had sprouted them.

Fly!

The wings flapped quickly, and the deer lifted off. He soared into the air, passing the Forest canopy and climbing high into the sky. He soon flew through the clouds, and hovering above them, he saw something in the horizon.

"I thought that was you.", Luis said to the figure.

There, floating with four great angel wings, was Quad. He smiled when he saw his fellow deer there, "See? Freedom feels good doesn't it?"

"Quad, how did you...?", Luis asked, but he couldn't finish the question. "I didn't do it. You did. You believed in yourself, and that's how you got the wings.", Quad said, and then continued, "Your wings reflect your soul...and your soul is beautiful, Luis."


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Luis awoke, back on the ground. He looked to his back - the wings were gone, but instead sat a monarch butterfly who had rested on his body.

The butterfly, disturbed from his awakening, began to fly and circle around him. Luis smiled.

"Fly away, my friend. Be free."