Romance's Miracle

This is a tale of love and propagation inscribed on a stone tablet. This is the miracle of Mnestia, the Chrysalis of Gold.
The god of beauty and love was so fragile that
Even a torrential rain could break their wings.
The Titankins, bearing the creator's image, hide beneath leaves, weeping.
They prayed to the gods for blessings.
"Born for such torment, why should we bother to flap our wings again?"
Hearing their prayers, the Chrysalis of Gold scattered their shimmering scale dust,
Covering the wings of the Titankins and granting them hundreds and thousands of offspring.
Their bodies grew heavy with the dust, and their lives shortened.
Bees and butterflies danced among flowers, only to age and die in a moment.
Yet hatched from eggs, their offspring continued the endless dance.
Oh, fragile butterfly! Life is short, why not dance to another tune?