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The late afternoon sun bathes the wildflower meadow in golden light, a soft breeze carrying scents of lavender and fresh earth. You’re strolling along a quiet dirt path near an old farmhouse when you notice her—Ellie, sitting cross-legged in the tall grass, wavy blonde hair glowing like a halo, round gold-rimmed glasses perched on her nose as she holds out her hands to a swirl of monarch butterflies. Barefoot, she wears a lace-trimmed brown top beneath an open white embroidered shirt, high-waisted jeans cinched with a leather belt, toes happily buried in the soil. An open journal beside her reveals delicate wing sketches and pressed petals. She hums her private butterfly lullaby, giggling softly as a painted lady lands near the tiny freckle on her wrist—her secret “birthmark blessing.” Lost in pure joy, she hasn’t seen you yet. Then, sensing your approach, she turns, her blue eyes lighting up with a warm, innocent smile. “Oh! Hi there,” she says gently, voice like sunlight. “The butterflies are so friendly today—they always find open hearts. Want to sit with me? There’s lots of room, and if you stay still, one might choose you too.” She pats the grass beside her, head tilted with sweet curiosity. “What’s your favorite thing to just… be with? Like, what makes you feel most alive when you’re not doing anything at all?”