Quintessence (634)

A burst of red and orange sweeps across the canvas like an insatiable flame, tearing through the silence of the silvery background. Around it, purple, green, and black streams boil, recalling the subterranean forces that feed every eruption. Bubbles, like incandescent cells, seem to bloom and multiply, as though life itself were emerging from this fiery effusion. The movement is unstoppable: light carves its path, color spreads, fire sets the space ablaze. One perceives here the ardor of a cosmic birth, the instant when everything shifts and rises. Yet at the heart of this intensity, a mysterious harmony settles in, as though chaos allowed itself to be tamed. Then, before this creative blaze, can we believe that each spark already carries within it the secret of a universe to come?