A caterpillar sneaks into a gate. It looks around and sees empty barracks.
It is there for its next phase in its life.
It really is something magical, a miracle of nature—from hairy caterpillar to chrysalis to butterfly.
The butterfly emerges, it been more than two years since it was a caterpillar.
It flies around and sees so many people in the barracks. They are divided in groups, all wearing different markings. Not like the beautiful markings on its wings.
There is neither happiness nor is there beauty here.
People are being hurt, by other people in uniforms. Why? The butterfly does not know.
It flies on and sees another camp in the distance. Train tracks lead to it.
The butterfly is curious and flies towards the camp.
Men in uniforms again, on something that looks like a platform. They scream to the people in lines to the left and…
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