Quintessence (659)

A crimson and golden outburst rises at the heart of the canvas, like an ember stirred by the breath of the unseen. The colors seem to clash and embrace all at once: mineral greens and blues balancing the incandescent glow of reds and violets. At the center, a dark zone unfolds, like a fissure or a womb, where light buries itself only to be reborn. Around it, gold slips in fleeting sparks, recalling the promise hidden within the folds of matter. The whole evokes as much a terrestrial cartography as a celestial vision, where the infinitely small blends with the infinitely vast.