Zebra in Dream

Sabina

Prologue - Butterfly

02. 11. 2002

Slowly with the rising of the sun the bright, red petal-sails opened to a world filled with noises of all shade, screeches and growls and beeps could be heard, but with no more than a slight flutter a guest landed on large and wide open bloom. The deep blue of the butterfly's wings and the full red of the flower stood in contrast, but neither cared, tomorrow the color scheme might be inverted. Here nothing stayed long the same, with every whispering breath of on of its inhabitants the world changed ever so slightly, like all worlds do, but here every new rising of the day star brought new colours and new shapes. The only thing constant was the butterfly, it came every day, in changed color, in changed form, but always a butterfly. The, today, small insect drank the nectar offered by the flower. It held enough nectar for more feedings, although it wasn't certain whether the flower would be at this place tomorrow, or would be a flower, or exist at all. The butterfly had had its feast and with a slight snap opened its wings and rose into the jungle. It was early morning, the creatures of the night went to bed, while the creatures of the day went in search for breakfast, and those who were children of both were having lunch or sleeping. The jungle never slept, at least not till night came, then it grew to dark to see what happened around and one might hear the silence after which the sun rose or two suns or no sun, but it became day and the jungle was there noisy and full of live. The butterfly circumflew a nest a brightly coloured bird occupied with its young. Flying a chaotic zig-zag course the butterfly nether-the-less reached its destination -- an open door. There was only this door, it was made of steel and had patterns all over, the butterfly didn't care, it flew straight through. Having filled it purpose here, the door closed and faded out of the jungle.