Chronosdom

In this painting, a breath of fire and mist rises. It sketches the face of sovereign Time. Here reigns Chronos, unchanging and silent. His invisible hands weave the fabric of instants. Each gleam becomes a heartbeat. Each shadow, a slow erosion. Nothing escapes his dominion— neither the star being born nor the galaxy collapsing. Yet, at the heart of this stern reign lies a profound wisdom. Time is not an enemy, but a passage. It transforms, it reveals, it opens doors. And in this infinite flow, the soul learns. It discovers that Chronos himself serves eternity.