Quintessence (704)

A vertigo opens in this canvas: a dark rift at the center, drawing colors into an unfathomable mystery. Violets and fuchsias spread like fragile flames, striving to resist the pull of nothingness. Around them, blues scatter in marine bursts, speckled with pale cells resembling stars or bubbles of light. On the left, gold and ocher remain, like sunlit lands still bearing witness to the primal warmth. Everything converges toward this abyss, yet nothing is truly extinguished: each hue is transformed, transfigured. It is a vision of passage, between collapse and rebirth, between fall and ascent. For at the heart of emptiness, a new light can always be born. And what if the secret of happiness be not the avoidance of the abyss, but the discovery of its eternal promise of renewal?