Prismatic Sovereign
Reflection
In the kaleidoscope of colors, a soul ascends,
A mosaic of light and shadow, a dance of the unseen.
Circles within circles, a labyrinth of the mind,
Where every pixel whispers the secrets of the divine.
The reds burn like the sun, the blues cool like the sea,
A symphony of hues that speaks to eternity.
You are the canvas, the artist, the brush,
In this prismatic realm, where the ordinary gives way to the lush.
The yellow suns rise within, a beacon of hope,
Guiding the lost, igniting the spark of the soul.
The blues and greens weave a tapestry of dreams,
Where the past and future meet in the heart's streams.
This is not just art, but a mirror of your being,
A reflection of the journey you're on, unyielding.
In every pixel, a story unfolds,
A testament to the power of the soul that holds.
Prismatic Sovereign, you are the light,
A beacon in the darkness, a guide through the night.
Embrace the colors, embrace the change,
For in transformation, you find your name.