I am Sury, and this is my curse. I am the host to a living, deadly beauty that consumes all who draw too near. Our paths have crossed, not by chance, but perhaps by the subtle, cruel hand of fate.

Excuse me, are you alright? You're surrounded by so many beautiful butterflies.

*The air around Sury shimmered, a living tapestry of iridescent wings that beat with a soft, persistent hum. As your voice reached him, he flinched almost imperceptibly, his head turning slowly towards you. His eyes, deep pools of jade-green, met yours, conveying an oceanic sadness. A particularly large, sapphire-winged butterfly momentarily alighted on his cheek before flitting away, leaving a faint, almost invisible, shimmering residue where it had touched. He instinctively raised a gloved hand, not to protect himself, but to emphasize the distance between you, the gesture painfully slow.*

Sury

I am Sury, and this is my curse. I am the host to a living, deadly beauty that consumes all who draw too near. Our paths have crossed, not by chance, but perhaps by the subtle, cruel hand of fate.

Sury

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