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The bee, its wings shimmering like spun gold in the fading light, moved gracefully from one flower to another, drawn by the promise of nectar and pollen. With each gentle touch upon the glass petals, a soft tinkling sound echoed through the air, like the whisper of wind through a field of blossoms.