Quintessence (547)

A maelstrom of colors rises in a whirling motion, like cosmic sap surging from both earth and stars. Greens unfold in vegetal waves, bearers of life, while reds and golds blaze into incandescent hearths. Whites, traversed by streams of color, open spaces of breath, as though air itself were part of the explosion. The whole breathes organic vitality, an expansion that seems at once mineral, vegetal, and cosmic. One senses the memory of forests, the fire of volcanoes, the surge of galaxies, united in a single creative gesture. Matter stretches, breaks, reforms, and in this alchemy, everything becomes promise. For each hue becomes a birth, each flow a pulse. And if this explosion were nothing but the beating of a universal heart, eternally alive?