The night butterfly is...
Here we stand with a comrade at work, we smoke...Towarish is colossal (square 2x2, Heavy Athlete) and obviously from a brutal lack of sleep - the red eyes can be seen.
I’m a vampire, what are you a vampire?
Comrade (deep-mindedly so, meditatively): No, I am a lunar butterfly in the wrong light of the stars spinning in the midst of the leaves of the Sakura.
I am : o_o