The Celestial Dome

An arc of light rises, sheltering the sky within a jewel box of clarity and mystery. The vault seems to breathe, woven of delicate transparencies and half-veiled shadows. Each shade becomes breath, each spark a star suspended in the air. In the distance, a flame keeps watch, slender and fragile, piercing the darkness with its trembling glow. Colors unfurl in fluid layers, echo of an unseen sanctuary. The wind glides softly, brushing the intangible dome and reminding us that all is impulse, expansion, infinity. Beneath this celestial dome, the soul bows and lets itself be carried by eternity, as if drawn into a vibrant silence. Yet is this dome a shelter offered to humankind, or the mirror of the sky already dwelling within us?