Ecology

In a corner of my mind, there lies a realm called Silva Nigra; a forest of blackened leaves. At its heart stands Aristolochia, a castle woven from biomolecules. There, Troides helena dwells. Outside my mind, she is merely a butterfly growing rare, cast aside by human exploitation of the tropical forests. Queen Helena is renowned for her exquisite beauty. Her forewings are a deep, ink-black; her hindwings a vibrant yellow, etched with poetic, dark patterns. ...