The sun shone brightly down on a large field as a cool, gentle breeze made colorless flowers dance to its rhythm. A tall woman with long black hair walked towards the flowers, her green dress pushed by the breeze. She held a paintbrush in one hand and a child's hand in the other. The child that walked hand in hand with the woman was a small boy with tanned skin, brown dead leaves falling from a toga made from more vibrant, lively dark green leaves. His eyes were a bright pink, hiding slightly behind grass green hair that held tiny leaves. "Evan, Mama has to paint these flowers for springtime," the woman said with a smile. "You can go play in the field, but don't drift too far from me, okay?" Evan smiled and nodded his head before Mother Nature knelt down and began painting several flowers. The young nature spirit began moving through the field of flowers, looking to see if there were any he could color. Then, something caught his eyes. A golden butterfly landed on a gray flower, flapping its wings slightly. Evan smiled and began moving closer, but the butterfly began flying off. Giggling happily, the young boy began chasing the beautifully colored butterfly. It always amazed him how Mama could make such beautiful creatures! The butterfly would flap just out of his reach, as though trying to get the boy to follow it instead of flying to escape. Soon, the golden bug flapped into a forest, lighting its way for Evan to follow. Without hesitating, Evan followed after it happily. "Wait, Mr. Butterfly!" he giggled as he followed the butterfly's glowing light. The butterfly began bringing him deeper and deeper into the forest, growing darker and darker. Evan soon reached a clearing and looked around for his butterfly friend, but could not find it. It was only then that the boy realized how dark the forest actually was. He whimpered and began looking around. "M-Mama?" he called out, to where there was no answer. "Mama??" When there was only silence, fear overtook the boy as he began crying.