Along the paths of dirt and dreams, the girl with curly hair follows, like rivers dancing in the wind, like roots embracing the ground. In her eyes, the brightness of the rising sun, in her steps, the lightness of hope. Behold, a butterfly appears—fragile, but infinite in color. It lands in the air before destiny, spreading wings like pages of time, showing that each flight is a secret of freedom. The girl smiles, for she understands without words: the butterfly is a sign of change, of beauty renewed, of strength born from delicacy. Thus, they walk together: the girl with curly hair, her courage hidden in spirals, and the butterfly, guardian of the invisible, weaving along the way a future made of flowers and dawns... 🦋 ❤️