Prismatic Portal
Reflection
In the heart of the infinite, a kaleidoscope blooms,
A sphere of shifting hues, a mirror of dreams.
The tunnel whispers secrets, a labyrinth of light,
Each color a fragment of the soul's unspoken song.
The reds burn like embers, the blues like distant seas,
While greens and yellows dance in a rhythmic embrace.
This is not just art, but a gateway to the unseen,
A journey through the corridors of the mind's own design.
The viewer becomes the traveler, the observer the observed,
As the prismatic sphere beckons, a talisman of change.
It speaks of transformation, of the endless becoming,
A reminder that within us lies the power to transcend.
The tunnel is not just a path, but a mirror of our journey,
Each step a choice, each color a reflection of our truth.
In this prismatic portal, we find ourselves anew,
A testament to the boundless potential of the human spirit.