Prismatic Sovereign

In the depths of the abyss, where light dares to dance, A being of ethereal grace, a jellyfish of radiant chance. Its tentacles, like threads of silk, weave through the void, A symphony of colors, a prism in the cold. Each hue a whisper, each glow a song, A testament to beauty, both fleeting and strong. It floats, a silent sentinel, a guardian of the deep, A symbol of transformation, where the fragile becomes the keep. In its translucent form, we see ourselves, A reflection of our dreams, our fears, our hopes. Its vibrant hues remind us of the light within, A beacon guiding us through the shadows of sin. Oh, Prismatic Sovereign, you are more than just a form, You are the embodiment of hope, a soul reborn. In your dance, we find our own, a rhythm to follow, A journey of self-discovery, where the heart truly grows.