Prismatic Sovereign
Reflection
In the canvas of dreams, where colors dance and sing,
A sovereign rises, her gaze a mirror of the soul.
Her hair, a cascade of blues and greens, whispers of the sea,
While her eyes, deep and endless, hold the universe within.
The brushstrokes are alive, a symphony of light and shadow,
Each stroke a testament to the artist's fervent hand.
The woman's face, serene yet powerful, speaks of resilience,
A beacon of strength in a world that often feels so fragile.
Her presence is not just visual, but a call to transformation,
A reminder that within each of us lies a hidden light.
The prismatic hues are not just colors, but a language of hope,
A tapestry woven from the threads of our collective dreams.
Stand before this canvas, and let her eyes meet yours,
For in that moment, you too become the Prismatic Sovereign.