In the stillness of the night, a ethereal butterfly emerges from the deep, inky blackness of the canvas. Within its long, flowing stem, a delicate flower blooms, its petals a deep emerald green. Only the love it feels is in its presence, but there are two still, each with its own unique charm. To the left, a woman with curly brown hair and a chiseled jawline emerges, her eyes closed and her hands holding tightly onto the surface of the flower, their light swaying gently in the breeze. Without a single smile, it begins to alight, a moment before her.