I wrote this poem while observing a butterfly die at my window. When a butterfly is about to die, it seeks a safe space and stops moving. Even if one touches it, it may fly one last time, but eventually, it falls down. It appears lifeless but still looks alive. I decided to place the butterfly among dry roses, and it became two dead components that appeared alive. Some individuals preserve flowers by drying them to hold onto special memories associated with them, such as weddings or first dates. This process turns the flower into a “mummy”, and the only reminder of its life is the scent, sometimes stronger than that of a fresh flower. I saw an analogy to AS, a disease that begins at the sacrum bone and spreads to the pelvis and spine. The pelvis is shaped like a butterfly and is sometimes referred to as a “butterfly bone”. During AS, the entire body curls like a caterpillar, about to transform into a petrified butterfly. The body of the sculpture includes a metal chain with the same number of parts as the spine, a clay stomach, and twisted leg bones. The stomach plays an important role in AS, and consuming products containing gluten or lactose can escalate inflammation. Maintaining a special diet is highly recommended. In the sculpture, the stomach is filled with soda-rose essence, which leads to the destruction of the plaster blocks beneath, similar to AS’s destruction of bones.