My Quest

An impulse rises, imperious, like an inner force urging us to cross visible boundaries. The sail opens, vast suspended promise, catching the light and embracing the wind. At the heart of this dance, an immense bird emerges, wings outstretched, messenger of an elusive elsewhere. Its plumage seems born from the breath of colors, as if it carried within itself the secret of origins. It cuts through space, fragile yet sovereign, carrying in its flight the longing for eternity. Each flash becomes a marker, each breath a guide, each wingbeat an invitation to cross the unknown. The journey is no longer bound to the horizon; it widens into an inner quest where the wind reveals the hidden path. Yet does this great bird lead us toward infinity, or is it only the mirror of our own yearning for the absolute?