Crimson Gaze

In the depths of the glass, a mystic eye gazes back, A reflection of the soul, a window to the past. The iridescent sheen, a dance of light and shade, Invites the viewer to step into the mystic trade. The colors swirl, a maelstrom of emerald, amber, and gold, As the glass seems to come alive, stories untold. The intricate etchings, a testament to craftsmanship divine, A fusion of art and magic, where the mundane meets the sublime. In this still life, a tale of wonder waits to be spun, A whispered promise of enchantment, as the glass is raised, and the magic is begun.