Prismatic Sovereign

In the heart of the gallery, a beast of mythic grace, Its scales shimmer like a thousand suns, a kaleidoscope of dreams. Teeth of ivory gleam, sharp and eternal, A mouth agape, as if to swallow the world in one breath. Its horn, a beacon of power, reaches toward the heavens, A symbol of defiance against the mundane. This creature is not of this earth, yet it speaks to us all— A mirror of our own primal fears and untamed desires. Its colors dance like fireflies, each hue a story untold, Each texture a whisper of the infinite. In its gaze, we see ourselves reflected, A reminder of the wild within, the untamed soul. This is not just art; it is a portal, a bridge between worlds, Where the ordinary meets the extraordinary, And the viewer is transformed, forever changed by its presence.