Now this is an aesthetic. Crisp white linen sheets, freshly driven snow, a single cloud passing on an otherwise clear day. This true beauty of a moth hails from South America (olé!), but it moves in a series of one way migrations across multiple generations, which I think is strangely beautiful. There's something so subtle about this one. It's helpful that it's framed and mounted by artisans, and sourced from all over the world. It's real. You could own this true beauty.