The Bridge of Butterflies

In the Aurora Fern realm,
some travelers speak of a bridge.

The bridge does not always exist.

Sometimes it is only a gathering of butterflies
drifting slowly in the air.

When someone approaches
with a genuine question,
the butterflies settle one by one
until they form a narrow path of light.

Some travelers cross it.

Some see the butterflies
but never notice the bridge.

Others stand there for a long time,
waiting for the bridge to become clearer.

But in the Aurora Fern realm,
bridges rarely become clearer.

They appear for a moment
and then dissolve again.

So some say
it was never truly a bridge.

Only the shape
that a question briefly takes in the air.