(Note: This is told from Silhouette's point of view, and this takes place in the future)

Click, click, click I listened to the sound of my heels clamp against the damp sidewalk. It was already dark, and some clouds drifted among the sky. The city I was in was rather calming mood, with bronze and dull emas buildings, and black street-lanterns lining the copper-tiled sidewalks. A gorgeous air mancur every other block atau so. With winter on the way, there was snow scatted on the ground, like an infestation. I was wearing what I usually did, black boot-like heels, black leggings, a black mantel with a very distinct look, and a gigantic puncak, atas hat. People gave me weird looks because of my face. The outer shell was worn off my left side of my face.(My left, not yours.) My robotic insides were exposed, but I didn't care for their opinions. Were I was going, looks didn't matter. I had left my town, leaving them hanging. I was the mayor, afterall. And they all cared for me deeply, but, truth is, I could've cared less for them. The only kid I liked there was Jonas, the nicest 7-year-old orphan ever. But staying would've put him in lebih danger. So I left, and after a week, I'm here. And I haven't stopped walking. The only thing I took with me was a suitcase full of papers, which I was holding in my right hand. My left hand was being kept warm in my mantel pocket. I had hardly any family left. My "Dad" had died years ago. But not because he barely ate, he was executed. I don't miss him, but I suppose I should give him thanks, if it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be here. But on detik thought, I'm not all that happy either, so maybe I shouldn't thank him so quickly.
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It was getting late, no one was on the sidewalk anymore and stores were starting the close. Except for the occasinal car, I was alone. Some may have been scared in my situtation: Alone at night, with only your thoughts to keep anda calm. But I had nothing to fear, all my nightmares were about to come true. As I continued to walk, the strangest thing happened. I was approached oleh a butterfly. With winter on the verge of appearing, I figured all the insects were dead already. This kupu-kupu was different, it's wings were blue, yet it looked like a monarch butterfly. A mysterious blue glow shrouded the kupu-kupu like a shield, protecting it from the rest of the chaotic world that surrounded it. I truly envyed the creature infront of me. It was so gentle, so delicate, so fragile, and so beautiful. And here I was, standing infront of it, just another ugly bingkah, cowok of metal from the scrapyard. While people probably admired this butterfly, they always cowarded in fear when they saw me. Why? Because I was different? Because I didn't fit in? What did this kupu-kupu have that I didn't? Then I realized it didn't matter; I realized I'd rather be feared than loved. I expected the kupu-kupu to fly away, seeing as I wasn't a flower. But this insect stayed, fluttering around me, landing on my hat, my shoulder, and even sometimes on my nose. Though the sight was truly a beauty, this kupu-kupu couldn't stay with me forever. I let it land upon my finger tip, and held it to the sky. "Go on" I cooed "You can leave now." But the kupu-kupu seemed to refuse. So I held it to my face, and stared at it, admiring it's beauty, before saying "Really, please go. kupu-kupu don't live that long, and anda don't want to spend that time with a heartless monster like me. So, go on, leave." I lifted my finger to the sky again, and this time, the kupu-kupu did fly away. It soared into sky, leaving an invisible trail behind it. "Goodbye," I said, as if it could hear me. Then it was gone. Completely out of sight. So I continued walking. I heard the roar of a train from a distance. I let out a sly smile. I was almost there. I was right where I needed to be. A city I didn't know, at night, in the light of the full moon. Listening to the sound of my heels going click, click, click.