ButterflyMan is not just one specific person — perhaps he is the embodiment of many. I am simply the one who, by accident or fate, unscrewed the lid of this “bottle of transformation into a butterfly.” No one can truly prove who ButterflyMan is — maybe there are many ButterflyMen, or many who were once, or will one day become one, without ever knowing it. The idea comes from Zhuangzi’s ancient dream: a man dreaming he was a butterfly, or perhaps a butterfly dreaming it was a man — a state of free transformation, drifting between wakefulness and sleep, life and death, unbound and spontaneous. It also echoes China’s most famous love story — Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai — whose love was forbidden, whose marriage never allowed, and so, in the end, they turned into butterflies and flew away together, beyond all constraint, living on forever in another form. Far away, in the Amazon rainforest — the lungs of the Earth — someone once used a butterfly’s wings to tell a vast story: that two fragile wings can stir up storms halfway around the world, sweeping away all things — or, just as powerfully, give all living beings what they need, nourishing life endlessly. “And so may we, like butterflies, live freely and lightly — never changing our colors, whether or not there is anyone there to admire them. Always following our own path, coming and going, self-born, self-ending.” “May you, I, and all of us be ButterflyMen.”