So a bit of background on this one. Wil breeds bugs - and, sometimes, not for utilitarian purposes. There is a specific, rare breed of butterflies he harvests once in a very short period of time and in a very remote location. These butterflies don’t live long, but they are bio-luminescent, and he managed to find a way to have the whole swarm respond to certain sound frequencies.
The man also has a thing for impressing people he really likes. He’d drag them to some scary dark place, and make the butterflies dance as the shimmering wings make all sorts of patterns. Out of the wild the butterflies, again, don’t live very long. And he has to train them at some point, so moments like the one up here are pretty common - just a lonely man and his butterflies, waiting for them to stop twirling and turn into tiny husks that no longer glow.
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metaphors all over the place
composition/lighting practice
