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In the hush of morning light, I watched as this pale butterfly hovered, weightless, before settling on the fiery bloom. It moved with an elegance that felt almost intentional, a moment of quiet perfection against the deep greens of the undergrowth.

The dance between flower and butterfly has played out for millennia, a fleeting yet vital exchange. As I framed the shot, I marvelled at the fragility of its wings so thin they seemed woven from light, legs barely bending the petals beneath them. It was a pause, nothing more, but in that stillness lay an entire world of connection, of survival, of unseen rhythms guiding nature’s course.

This image captures that delicate moment: a whisper of movement, the brief meeting of two living things, both transient, both beautiful in their impermanence.