when will i feel this (as vivid as it truly is)

However, she remained still and observed the mariposa with piqued interest. The color-it reminded Julieta of Mirabel; how the young girl would sew butterflies to her dress, or draw them constantly as a young child. And every time, it was the exact same color: Magenta. Or, a final continuation of the previous fic: then all at once the dark clouds depart (and the damage is done)