From childhood, the Celespra warriors are told this story, which they remember in the art of war:

“It is said that the Death is simply another face of Beauty. For nothing is beautiful unless it is fleeting, and nothing can be loved unless it may be gone. And Death herself loves ultimately. And out of all the creatures great and small, she loves the butterflies the most. Because they are fragile like whispers, and because they give pleasure to the beholder, and because they are lovely—even when they are no more.”


Done in Photoshop and Painter, and tons of fun to complete. This is a slightly altered color version from the original, which was more pink/purplish: [link]