Since Time Began

TSince the world has been the world, the sky has kept everything in memory. Each star lit is a memory of eternity, each light a trace left by the passage of time. The first breaths of the universe still resound, like a lament or a praise, in the infinite thickness of night. And we, fragile passengers, walk in the footsteps of the constellations. Since the world has been the world, beauty endures. Auroras are born and die, galaxies scatter, yet always, the light returns. For Creation is not a single act: it is a heartbeat, an endless breath. Rock and ocean, fire and air, carry within them the same dreams as before. Every flame lit in our eyes is but the echo of an original blaze. Since the world has been the world, a promise has been handed down. It dances only in the colors of the sky. The promise that nothing ever truly disappears, but transforms, rises, is reborn in another way. So let us look upon this painting as a mirror of eternity. For we too belong to this ancient story. Since the origin of the world, we were and still are there, in the dust of the stars, awaiting our hour to shine in turn.