Prismatic Sovereign

Within the box, a world unfolds, A tapestry of colors, bold and bold. Each line a whisper, each hue a song, A symphony of life, where dreams belong. The box, a vessel of untold stories, Holds within its depths, the essence of desires. Its lid, adorned with patterns intricate, A gateway to a realm where time is slack. The colors dance, a vibrant ballet, A kaleidoscope of joy and fate. They speak of journeys, both known and unknown, A map of the soul, where paths are sown. The box, a talisman, a sacred trust, A keeper of secrets, a guardian of dust. It cradles the past, embraces the new, A symbol of hope, a beacon of truth. For in its embrace, we find our own, A mirror reflecting who we have grown. Its prismatic glow, a guiding light, A reminder that beauty is infinite, bright. So open the box, let its magic flow, And let your spirit dance, where colors grow. For in its embrace, you'll find your place, A sovereign of dreams, in this sacred space.