Pick a Word, Paint a Story.

Inside the chrysalis, a suffocating darkness surrounded her. She was a fully prepared butterfly who tried hard to dissolve the tightened grip of the little prison around her. She wanted to see the blueness of the sky again, she wanted to touch it. The struggle of three hours brought her to the calmness of sunlight. She flapped her wings and started to fly.

The slight air carried her up and up above this world. She aimed high, looking at the canopy covering the planet. The cobalt blue sky with little cotton buds attracted her like a magnet. She flew and crossed through foggy clouds.

And again there was a clear crystal cyan sky. The air was thinner and easily carrying her to the destination she headed for. It was dusk now, and power blues dissolved into twilight hues of pure pink.That was a view she wanted to enjoy for hours, but the enchantment of heights where the sky lies made her move. So she left all the fascinations that caught her sight.

When she went by the threshold of atmosphere and space, a new vastness in darkness with many twinkling stars was waiting for her. But she couldn't detect the presence of any sky. The sight of stars was a clue about the long miles between her and the sky.

Here, on this very spot, she looked behind her for the first time. The atmospheric glow brought a smile to her. She escaped from another prison and glanced at the sun, the burning ball of metal. It was terribly fascinating. In the opposite direction the five spinning planets move around the sun. Only if I pass all this, I can see the sky where stars murmur with each other. Maybe they will tell me what they do when their glow fades away and how they again get it.

Floating in space, she passed by Pluto, which humans didn't even consider a planet. Did it affect Pluto? No at all. Nothing in the universe except the Earth is affected by human opinion. Well, our butterfly the explorer crossed the bubble boundary of the solar system. Another cage is evaporated and sets her in free space.

She didn't know that now she was in a bigger prison, which lies in the next one and the next one is a part of an even bigger one. Who knows where is the end of all this and where the sky is or there is no sky. Maybe the sky exists just in our imaginations!

@sojib1996, @tammanna, and @zisha-hafiz, you guys are invited to paint a story.