Boreal Spring (10)

A translucent city rises on the horizon, emerging from the mist like a mirage born of a dream. Its luminous towers shimmer upon the turquoise waters, fragile columns of light ready to vanish. A sail tilts and glides, brushing the silent surface, moving toward this golden world that feels both real and untouchable. A halo radiates across the expanse, cloaking the scene in a soft, almost sacred brilliance. Within this glow, everything seems to be becoming: each spark transforms into a promise, each reflection into a new breath. Spring takes hold, weaving its delicacy with a fiery splendor. Colors vibrate like a silent prayer, heralding the birth of a world reinvented with every moment. Yet does this ethereal city invite us to enter, or is it merely a mirror held up to the soul in search of renewal?