The White Butterfly
Artwork - Super Nagoyaka An expanse of orange, red, and yellow trees stretched out along the hillsides behind Levi, a chill, now indifferent man—back turned to the beauty before him. Japan was everything he had hoped it to be, crammed full of natural awe and unique cultural splendor compared to his western sensibilities. It was the change of pace he had sought for a lengthy vacation, but he had begun to wonder if he had stayed too long. He was well acclimated at this point near the end of his stay, and what had been fresh 3 months ago now seemed mundane. Even the serene nature of seeing leaves gently float around him elicited little reverence. That said, he still found much to love about a nude, outdoor dip in a hot onsen. This was one of the best natural springs yet, it was as if he could feel the minerals soaking in. It made things easy to forget and send the mind adrift. Before he could reach such a calm though, screams began to approach, along with some angry footsteps on the old