The sun dips below the edge of reality, and there, in the embers’ glow, a solitary butterfly weaves the invisible threads of fate. She dances elegantly, a flicker of color against the tapestry sky, leaving trails that tell stories untold.

In this moment, the universe leans close, sharing its ancient wisdom, not in words but in the silence that envelops all. It is here that clarity whispers, soft as a lover’s breath, urging one to listen, to feel, to simply be.