The whole of my local body can feel the wings of Zagreus’s butterfly mentation now, as if they’re roosting on me. Z’s manners are slipping, it seems, or perhaps it has less direct control over the microminds than it used to. It’s leaking into me. If I looked in a mirror, would I see them, new awareness overlying my eyes? If I saw the peacock instances again, white and cavernous, would their skin and flesh be bright with lepidopteran patterns, like a flower through the eyes of a fly?