One day, a butterfly met a flower.
"Good day stranger," the flower said. "What brings you here?"
"Me? I'm just a passing traveler," the butterfly replied.
"You look road worn, why don't you take a rest?"
"Many thanks."
The flower offered the butterfly some nectar, and the two of them parted friends.
From then on, the butterfly would visit the flower everyday.
Those days were filled with the unexpected happiness of newfound friendship.
"I'll be leaving soon. It's the time of the year for me to travel again. I wish you could see my family and I migrating, it truly is a sight to behold," the butterfly said quietly as a few other butterflies flew past.
"Is that so? I hope you enjoy your trip," the flower responded emotionlessly.
One day, the butterfly returned to bid farewell to his friend . . .
. . . but the flower was no longer there.
Autumn came, and the butterfly parted for warmer climates.
The rose bush wilted quietly in winter.
Soon enough, spring returned , and the world was born anew.
Summer came . . .
One day, a butterfly passed by and saw a familiar-looking flower.
"Good day stranger. What brings you here?"
"Me? I'm just a passing traveler."
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