The details are not important to Hua Cheng. It seems he likes them very much. The butterflies give a transculent soft glow, a shimmering light. "Yes, they're mine. I summon them out of my own spiritual energy." It seems he helps him feel better if only a little bit to help find the strength from his grief and loss and to stand.

"I'm sorry for your loss. You must continue your journey and live." Hua Cheng looks at the boundary of the fog. Thinning his lips, somehow, he knows if he traces his steps back, he'll be a goner too.

"I'm boarding now. You should too. It's not good to linger here for long." He could feel it. "But it's okay to mourn."