Quintessence (907)

A relief rises, almost mountainous, carved by streams of azure and turquoise. Its peaks appear splashed with light, as though a cosmic glacier glowed from within. Along its slopes, violet and purple unfold in fluid veils, carrying mystical radiance through the shadows. To the left, embers of ochre and red recall subterranean heat, the ever-watchful lava beneath the surface. Matter breathes here, wavering between solidity and dissolution, between ascent and melting. The eye follows the upward lines, drawn toward an unseen summit, as though each hue sought to cross the threshold of the sky. And could this mountain of light be not an outer place, but the image of an inner summit—one we climb endlessly in the silence of the soul?