Early in the morning, in a primeval and ancient forest, the morning light cascaded down. A ray of dawn pierced through the gaps in the dense canopy, casting its glow upon a woman's hair, while three or five palm-sized colorful butterflies danced gracefully around the pillar of light.
One of the most vibrant butterflies happened to land softly on the woman's upturned, delicate bridge of a nose. Its curled proboscis uncoiled, lightly tapping against her mutton-fat-jade-like face, as if mistaking this fine and warm skin for some blooming flower.
"Mm..."
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