Quintessence (622)

A flash erupts at the center of the canvasr, like an ethereal blaze where the breaths of sky and abyss meet. Deep violet unfolds in dark wings, streaked with white flashes reminiscent of stardust. Emerald dissolves into aquatic swirls, undulating like algae of light. Incandescent ochre breaks into solar fragments, offering the warmth of a twilight at the edges of infinity. Everything here seems in motion, as if the universe, still liquid, hesitates between descent and ascent, between matter and spirit. The luminous cells appear like constellations in formation, or air bubbles trapped in a primordial ocean. The canvas reads like a genesis, a transitional space where the elements are not yet fixed but experiment with the dance of the world. And what if the quintessence of being itself lay in this primal outpouring — in the fragile instant when light, water, and shadow embrace before choosing their form?