The fabric that spilled out was the color of moonlight on water, a soft, shimmering silver. She drew out a dress, holding it up by its delicate straps. It was simple in cut but breathtaking in detail, the material flowing like liquid metal and catching the streetlight from her window in a thousand tiny, subtle sparks. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever held.
Her eyes wide with wonder, she noticed a small, dark velvet pouch resting at the bottom of the bag. She set the dress down gently and picked up the pouch, loosening its drawstring. Inside, nestled in the soft fabric, was a hairpin. But it was unlike any hairpin she had ever seen. It was fashioned like a delicate, lifelike butterfly, its wings so finely detailed she could see tiny veins. It seemed to be made of a dark, iridescent metal.
