Prismatic Sovereign

In the canvas of dreams, where colors dance and sing, A sovereign rises, her gaze a mirror of the soul. Brushstrokes of fire and ice, a symphony of light, She stands as a beacon, a prism of infinite hues. Her eyes, deep pools of mystery, reflect the cosmos, A silent witness to the whispers of the wind. Her presence is not still, but alive, a storm of emotion, A testament to the power of the human spirit. In her, we see ourselves, fragmented yet whole, A tapestry of colors woven by the hand of time. She is the keeper of secrets, the guardian of hope, A reminder that beauty is found in the chaos of being. Let her gaze be your guide, her colors your armor, For in her, you find the courage to be your own sovereign.