The Gate of Time

A threshold takes shape, clear and radiant, suspended in the midst of turquoise waves. Shapes mingle and merge, water becomes a mirror and light a passage. In this opening, every spark recalls a moment, every reflection turns into living memory. The Gate of Time rises, silent and majestic, standing like a sacred arch. It beckons us to cross, to lay down fear and step forward without return. Colors burst in fluid sprays, like fragments of eternity scattered through the air. Space expands, the present dissolves into infinity, and the whole canvas breathes with a primordial breath. Yet does this gate truly open onto an elsewhere, or does it simply reveal the eternity already inscribed within each moment?