Long back, during the dawn of Time and Life, there was a little girl in a distant forest. She grew all by herself. She ran with the butterflies, sang to the rhythm of the river, birds loved to chirp along when she sang. While she smiled, the forest bloomed yellow, white when she giggled, pink when she felt shy. It took the color of her emotions. Every evening, she would rest by the stream and gaze at her own reflection on the running water. Though unclear, her reflection had all the elegance, with the colors of nature and innocence smeared all over.
Years passed..
She grew up to be an adult. All these years of roaming made her believe that she knew every nook and corner of the forest. Abruptly everything in the forest ceased to interest her. She stopped singing, chasing butterflies, and did nothing at all. She even stopped going to the river. Everything that made her happy then, seemed so silly now. She convinced herself that she became matured enough and denied those simple happinesses that kept her cheerful earlier.
The forest stopped blooming. It became dark and creepy. She tried many a thing to bring it back to life but in vain. Being clueless, she distracted herself to the stream after years. She pondered into the river only to see herself completely different from what she could recollect from her happy days. She saw a mask on her face which was dark and grim. She tried to take it off, but couldn't. No matter how so ever she tried, it had stuck to her face like an irritable pimple.
She gave up her efforts to remove the mask and lied by the river bank blearily. Out of nowhere, a butterfly came over and started circling around her face. She waved her hands to make it leave but it didn't. The butterfly kept on fussing around and she furiously got up to chase it away. Though she began fretfully, in no time did it turn to a game of run and catch. She chased it a long way, passing through the paths in which she had never been for many years.
She was laughing with all her heart, her voice echoed all over the forest. Birds started rejoicing as they heard her laughter after many years. The Butterfly finally took her to the same stream where she started the chase and allowed her to get hold of it. She gleamed with joy and let the butterfly fly again. She felt new as if she'd been reborne. When she looked at the stream, she saw the happy, flawless, radiant kid whom she once was. The grim, dark mask was gone for good.
She turned back and looked at the forest. It had yellow blooms everywhere..