The Second City

In this painting, a semblance of a castle in purple and gold hues seems to emerge from the light itself. Its towers soar like frozen flames, the embodiment of a halted momentum that still vibrates. Each pillar becomes memory, each façade a dream inscribed by unseen builders. Shadow and brightness intertwine, cloaking the city in an aura of mystery. In the distance, a green line stretches, a fragile witness to enduring nature, echo of roots that still remain. The city breathes with an ancient breath, doubled upon itself like a reflection through time. It becomes a passage between two worlds, a threshold suspended between here and beyond. This is the second City, a place of waiting and of hope, where the soul rediscovers its hidden foundations. Yet is this city the memory of a sunken past, or the herald of a future yet to be built?