Perhaps I am a small butterfly.
Perhaps I am some rare plant.
Perhaps I am fungus growing where noone has looked before.
I have lived my life for generations, nameless, aloof, protected because man cannot master that which he cannot name.
The days passed by, one like the other, until the moment of judgment.
I was discovered by scientists, what will they call me?
Will it be a name that honors the ones who found me?
Will it be a name to match my kin?
Will it be the name of the place where I live?
Only one thing is certain: I will be named, and my beauty and innocence will be taken and nailed to the pages of a thousand biology journals.

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