dreamlike cinematic forest filled with softly drifting butterflies, white, blue and yellow, floating in slow motion through luminous air, one butterfly landing gently on an open hand, its weight almost imperceptible, the surrounding forest no longer fully dark but washed in diffuse pale light with no obvious source, tree trunks and leaves becoming softer and less solid as if dissolving into a memory, the space feels weightless, suspended, contemplative, and philosophically strange rather than magical, no glitter, no fantasy sparkle, only a surreal quiet beauty camera angle: intimate medium close-up of hand and butterfly, with dreamlike forest depth beyond camera movement: slow floating motion, almost like the camera itself is drifting in water or sleep lens: 50mm cinematic lens with soft dreamy falloff depth of field: shallow and ethereal, butterfly and hand briefly crisp, everything else melting softly lighting: diffuse pale soft light with cool undertones, no hard shadows, no obvious source mood: lucid dream, identity dissolving, gentle unreality visual style: surreal realism, poetic mystery, elegant restraint, not fantasy adventure