Moths

A moth—so frivolous, so naïve. It flies toward the light, not understanding that this is exactly where its doom lies. But what’s better? To die wise and old, having lived a boring, lonely life? Or to die young and happy? And the moth that flies into the fire also dies wisely. It has tasted the power of flame. All of us in life are like moths. We flutter, flit our wings toward the light. We stubbornly beat against the lantern glass, breaking our wings. The story of three girls whose paths constantly intersect. Who of them will unfold those crushed wings? And who is destined to burn in such a longed-for fire?