Quintessence (1063)

Blues unfold like a celestial ocean, crossed by islets of foam and liquid galaxies. At the center, a red surge erupts, like an incandescent heart beating in immensity. Oranges and golds blaze in cometary bursts, while white filaments seem to trace the hidden veins of a universe in gestation. Each shade rises like a wave, each spark becomes a pulse. The canvas breathes both abyssal depth and solar brilliance, an improbable marriage of water and fire. One perceives an invitation to dive in, to be carried by these flows of matter and light. Before this controlled detonation, a question emerges: are we witnesses of an outer world in expansion, or of an intimate spark that also seeks to set silence ablaze?