Ethereal Currents

In the embrace of shadows, a crimson tide whispers, A dance of light and form, where the unseen takes flight. Waves of energy ripple, a silent symphony, Guiding the soul through realms of mystery and might. The red, a beacon of passion, a pulse of life, A thread of courage woven through the fabric of strife. It flows like blood, like fire, like the heart's own song, A testament to strength, where the fragile becomes strong. The black, a void of endless depth, a canvas of night, Holds the secrets of the universe, where stars ignite. It cradles the red, a contrast of light and shade, A balance of chaos and order, where the soul is made. This is not just art, but a mirror of the self, A reflection of dreams, a journey to the shelf. Where the viewer becomes the subject, the creator, the muse, In the embrace of 'Ethereal Currents,' we find our truest hue.