Quintessence (1361)

A blazing eruption splits the canvas, like a comet pouring its fire into the oceans. Incandescent orange surges in radiant bursts, piercing through deep blue and vibrant green, like waves in turmoil. In the background, red mingles with the tides, recalling embers that endure within shadow. Above, white unfolds as a silent sky, dotted with miniature suns: fiery splashes, seeds of stars in gestation. Each droplet is a seed, each spark a promise of worlds to come. The movement is irresistible—rising and falling, blazing and serene—like the very breath of the cosmos. And could this scattered fire be not an explosion, but the germination of unseen worlds, being born before our eyes?