In the heart of this meadow, a young girl named Lila sat cross-legged, her attention captivated by a peculiar butterfly. Unlike any she had seen before, its wings shimmered with an array of colors that seemed to change with every flutter. "I've never seen anything like you before," she mused aloud, her eyes filled with wonder.

Finn approached, curiosity sparkling in his eyes. "What are you looking at?" he asked, noticing the butterfly. Lila pointed, her voice brimming with excitement. "That butterfly is so different from the others. It's beautiful, don't you think?" Finn nodded, "Being different makes it special."

Lila sighed contentedly. "Sometimes I feel different, like I don't quite fit in," she admitted. Finn glanced at her, his expression thoughtful. "I think everyone feels that way sometimes. But maybe being different is what makes us who we are," he suggested.

Lila smiled, feeling lighter. "You're right. Like that butterfly, we all have our own colors," she said, her voice filled with newfound confidence. Finn grinned, "Exactly, and that's what makes the world so interesting."

Lila looked up at the stars, feeling at peace. "Thanks, Finn," she said softly. Finn gave her a playful nudge. "Anytime, Lila. Remember, it's okay to be different," he replied, as they walked side by side under the starlit sky.