Waking Up Top Of The World

The horizon blazes like a grand dawn: reds and oranges surge in waves of fire, while golds shimmer in bursts of pure light. The earth seems to open into shifting valleys, crossed by golden rivers flowing toward infinity. Above, the sky, draped in violet and turquoise, unfurls like a mystical veil, between mystery and promise. Each color becomes breath, each movement a heartbeat of the universe. One seems to hear the mute music of creation, that song which, since the dawn of time, unites matter and spirit. The gaze is drawn to that luminous horizon line, as if it marked the fragile boundary between the visible world and the invisible. And if, at the summit of our lives, there also existed that first morning, that inner light capable of opening us to infinity?