The butterfly would taste the sugary lymph of your Nirvana Zarira as the one of a mesmerizing nymph, that the present can feel your magnetic field changing just beating its wings. Through the bone morrow, we meet in the 0.5 < CSF < 8 mHz, absolute frequency within us, that merge us through the afterlife where you will maybe bear again from the roots of a three at the antipode of the Earth or even into another planetary system that the proboscis could reach. A long, sucking mouth ready from aspiring all the cumming sweet solution of the coevolved plants - Magnolipsidae. Lepidoptera, astonishing Insecta flying on beautiful flowers, ready to eat its sugary plant, marvelous, colored, bright, intense, perfumed, delicious, Alone, the butterfly through the sky, without any fucking people annoying contaminating the Earth, Neither knowing the faces how they are done, pretend to find the green field with 'Green Pass', injected with poisoning variant of a human-made pathogen.