Quintessence (912)

A tumult of energies bursts forth like an elemental symphony. On the left, golds and coppers unfold in incandescent layers, reminiscent of the still-burning lava of a world in formation. In contrast, vivid green and azure blue soar in lively sprays, like waves reaching toward the sky. Between these two flows, deep violet and indigo trace the shadows, guardians of mystery. The entire canvas seems to breathe: expansion and contraction, outpouring and retreat. The luminous cells vibrate like nascent stars, while the colored currents intertwine, blending the breath of oceans with the blaze of suns. The eye travels from earthly conflagration to aerial ascents, carried along a spiral where everything is created and undone at once. What if the universe itself were nothing more than an infinite breath, an alternation of eruptions and silences?