Burafly -1 - 2025, 07.07

In the rays of the setting sun, an incredible picture appeared: a beautiful blonde appeared before my eyes, like an ancient Greek goddess. She was wrapped in a bright, fluttering outfit of thousands of golden-yellow swallowtail butterflies. Delicate creatures, as if enchanted by her presence, circled around, creating a magical glow. Their patterned wings, decorated with black ribbons and white specks, formed a bizarre, ever-changing pattern. Butterflies hung on her shoulders like a shawl, wrapped around her arms like bracelets, and gathered around her waist to form an exquisite corset. Their light touch created a feeling of weightlessness, and their fluttering wings drew shimmering patterns in the air. In this natural dance, she seemed to be the embodiment of nature itself, a living work of art. The wind played with her hair and butterfly wings, creating the illusion that she herself was about to leave the ground, carried away by this amazing living element. Each flap of the many wings made a barely perceptible rustle, similar to the whisper of ancient secrets, and the iridescence of colors created the impression that spring itself had decided to put on its most precious outfit.