Prismatic Sovereign
Reflection
In the kaleidoscope of colors, a soul ascends,
A mosaic of hues that dances on the skin.
Each patch, a story, each stroke, a memory,
A tapestry woven from the threads of time.
The reds blaze like the sun, the yellows glow like stars,
The blues whisper of depths unknown.
This figure, neither man nor god,
Stands as a beacon of transformation,
A mirror reflecting the infinite within.
The eyes, windows to the soul,
Gaze outward, seeking connection,
Yet rooted in the quiet strength of self.
This is not just a portrait, but a journey,
A map of the inner landscape,
Where every color is a step,
Every line a breath of life.
Stand here, and let the colors speak to you,
For in their vibrancy lies the truth of being.
You too are a mosaic, a symphony of hues,
A sovereign of your own prismatic world.