Prismatic Sovereign

In the heart of the canvas, a soul ignites, A woman's gaze, a mirror of the infinite. Threads of light weave through her hair, A tapestry of dreams, a silent prayer. Her form, a canvas of contrasts, Where shadows dance and light entwines. Each line, a story, each curve, a song, A symphony of strength, a timeless throng. Her eyes, windows to the soul, Reflect the world, yet stand alone. In her presence, we find our own, A beacon of hope, a guiding tone. This is not just art, but a journey, A path to self, a transformative key. Through her gaze, we see ourselves, In her strength, we find our own resolve.