"A woman's face, her skin a flawless expanse, serves as a delicate canvas for a majestic butterfly, its wings a breathtaking, hand- painted masterpiece of iridescent hues, shimmering like the surface of a still pond. On each wing, a perfect, human eye gazed out, one sapphire- blue orb on the left, its eyelashes a delicate, feathery fringe, and another on the right, its gaze equally bright and expressive. The eyes on the wings seemed to sparkle with a life of their own, their pupils shining like tiny, dark stars, creating an uncanny, dreamlike illusion that they were, in fact, the woman's own eyes, gazing out from beneath the butterfly's delicate, crystalline wings, which hovered before her face like a pair of translucent, angelic wings, imbuing her visage with an otherworldly, ethereal beauty. "