Quintessence (61)

A carnival of lights awakens in this canvas, where acid greens, magnetic pinks, and icy blues intertwine like rivers of dreams. It is as if cosmic corollas burst forth at the surface, star-flowers born of some mysterious germination. Each luminous circle, yellow or white, seems to throb like a heart in the making, suspended between waking and sleep. Space is no longer black but alive with colour, like a vast cosmic garden where time dissolves into petals of light. Everything appears at once aquatic and stellar: water bubbles, miniature planets, splashes of nebulae. The gaze drifts, carried on a gentle vertigo, as though crossing an open-sky dream. Is this a universe coming into being, or a memory fading away? And what if our dreams were themselves galaxies, destined to spread out into infinity?