Quintessence (968)

Streams of azure spread like a cosmic ocean, crossed with islets of gold and ember. At the center, an orange flame cuts through the blue depth like a comet in full flight, leaving behind trails of light. Textures mingle and clash: one seems to see celestial corals, liquid constellations, miniature galaxies in suspension. The whole oscillates between the calm of the abysses and the effervescence of a stellar explosion. Each shade tells a journey: the softness of turquoises, the density of coppers, the solar brilliance of yellows. The canvas becomes a crossroads of energies, a space where sky and ocean seem to merge. And before this world in gestation, a question rises: are we spectators of the outer universe, or contemplators of an inner ocean that also seeks to be born?