<div align="center"><strong>Yukina</strong></div><br/>The candle burned with a heatless, deep blue flame. When she quenched it, Yukina felt only gentle warmth against her fingertips- no pain.<br/><br/>And then the circle of sunlight began to shrink, and Yukina could swear she saw branches shift overhead. Little by little the gap in the foliage closed. Sunlight narrowed to a ray, then a dappling on the ground, then a memory like the ghost lights one sees when one stares too long at a flame. The breeze shifted, murmuring through the leaves.<br/><br/>The butterfly had remained still as a sculpture, but now it took flight, flitting about Yukina's head. Cerulean light spread to surround its wings, dazzling her as it passed before her eyes; and then the light dwindled into the distance as the butterfly fluttered deeper into the forest, away from the road. Yukina could see it turning in lazy circles in the darkness, gleaming like a star in the evening sky.<br/>