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The Butterfly’s Journey
A Dance of Wings, Wind, and Wonder
The morning sun stretched golden fingers over the meadow, stirring the flowers awake. Dewdrops clung to the petals, tiny crystal lanterns catching the light. A gentle breeze whispered through the grasses, carrying the scent of wild nectar, and in the hush of dawn’s embrace, a single butterfly unfurled its wings.
She was called Liora, a creature of fragile beauty, her wings painted in shades of amber and sky blue. She had been born in the hush of a quiet cocoon, her world once wrapped in stillness, but now, she lived in the wind, carried by the whim of the air.
Her wings trembled as she lifted herself into the sky, fluttering weightlessly toward the first bloom that caught her eye — a daisy, its golden heart glowing like a tiny sun. Liora landed delicately, her legs light as whispers against the petals. She drank deep, drawing sweetness from the flower’s soul, then lifted herself once more.
From daisy to lilac, from lilac to lavender, she drifted like a painted dream. Each flower offered her something different — the daisies held the sun, the lilacs whispered secrets of spring, and the lavender, oh, the lavender — its scent wrapped around her like a lullaby.
Yet, for all the sweetness, Liora felt something missing. She did not know what it was…
