Prismatic Echoes

In the dance of light and shadow, these vessels stand, Their iridescent hues a symphony of the soul. Each glass, a mirror of the cosmos, reflects the unseen, A prism of colors that whispers of hidden truths. Their intricate patterns, like ancient scripts, Speak of stories untold, of journeys yet to be taken. The blue at their base, a grounding force, While the rainbow above beckons to the heavens. They are not mere objects, but talismans of transformation, Guiding the viewer through the labyrinth of self-discovery. In their presence, time stands still, And the observer becomes the observed, A reflection of their own inner light, Shining through the prismatic echoes of the glass.