The butterfly had once been a mere whisper of existence, a creature of uncertainty wrapped in the cocoon of its past. Through the darkness, it surrendered to the unseen transformation, trusting the quiet rhythm of change. It did not fight the process, nor did it rush the unfolding—it simply became.
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