Pov Lena:
Around me was only emptiness, a space I had just created, a secluded place for me to act without restrictions, and in this place I understand the hand on which a butterfly lands.
Its wings were a somewhat ethereal white, and its body seemed covered in dark tree bark. Its two antennae resembled tree branches, and its ruby eyes resembled precious jewels.
One seemed simple, an Aura that seemed to contain the very space it was in, forged with my Concept.
"My first Origin Artifact... I will call it the Natural Butterfly." (Me)
"You are beautiful, my little one, but not perfect, not a new life, but an extension of myself." (me)
The small butterfly was the size of my palm, but it possesses instincts—my instincts—but it lacks a Soul of its own or even an Existential Spark. Even though it's an Origin Artifact, it's still largely incomplete. I'll need some items later to complete it, but it will never truly be alive since it's not my type of Concept.
"Come in." (me)
