Memorial Chrysalis

How do I know these tales? A secret for your ears—
the truth may sound ridiculous, but please believe my words.
I once adventured in distant woods and brought a giant golden chrysalis back with me,
its threads scattering daylight into an iridescent glow. An enchanting sight indeed.
Every third dawn, a prismatic butterfly emerges,
whirling around me as it flits in the air, unfolding visions of someone else's life before me.
I consulted one of Oronyx's priestesses, and she kept silent for a long while,
before stating that it was merely a miracle left behind by Era Chrysea.
I knew you'd give me that look.
If you're doubtful, just take this as my newly weaved story.