
The Hoverfly dances on the breeze, a mimic cloaked in sunlight. Its body hums li…
The Hoverfly dances on the breeze, a mimic cloaked in sunlight. Its body hums like a bee’s, striped in warning, yet harmless in truth. It sips from blossoms, not blood—an actor in a masquerade of wings and intention. Where danger looms, it deceives; where flowers bloom, it nourishes. Not a predator, but a protector—its larvae […]