As the light of the early morning sun hits the pods, they start to emerge, weak from their long confinement and struggling against the tough shells that kept them safe throughout their time of change. Soon their new wings will be strong enough for the breeze to lightly lift them off their perches and carry them far away.



Closeup of the first, second and third sprite.

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Sources courtesy of Osga and Marcus Ranum.

In Greek mythology, the dryads are female spirits of nature (nymphs), who preside over the groves and forests. Each one is born with a certain tree over which she watches. A dryad either lives in a tree, in which case she is called a hamadryad, or close to it. The lives of the dryads are connected with that of the trees; should the tree perish, then she dies with it. If this is caused by a mortal, the gods will punish him for that deed. The dryads themselves will also punish any thoughtless mortal who would somehow injure the trees.

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When the sun shines bright he is a
normal man, just like you and me,
but touched by the silver light of
the moon an acient spell awakes and
turns him into an angel made of
black marbel, who revanges the
innocent ...

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Things are born...live for a time, and then pass on to something else.

Some of the universe's most favored creatures are the butterflies. They're transformed once from a caterpillar, into the beautiful animals we all know.

But what you might not know, is that at the end of their time as a butterfly, they are given one of the highest honors...and are transformed into the stars in the heavens above.

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