A butterfly, wings outstretched, reveals an intricate clock mechanism within its delicate frame. Gears mesh and spin where internal organs would be, its antennae replaced by tiny clock hands. The butterfly's wings, normally vibrant with color, are now translucent, showcasing the clock's workings. This strange hybrid of nature and time seems to hover, a delicate balance of fragility and precision. The rhythmic ticking of the clock replaces any rustling of wings, a constant reminder of time's relentless passage.
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