A butterfly, living in water - a waterfly - not sinking but swimming, skpping and hopping about from greeny seaweed to shiny seafoam...

Lands into the hands of a Robot, and...

The birds had joyfully started to sing goodbye to the yawning night when a flickering spark of inspiration fluttered into my heart, pulling me out of my torpor, lighting up my eyes and spreading a smile across my tired face. The fluttering glow breathed life and inspiration into my fiddling fingers up to the birth of the butterfly's tiny tune.