Aurum Flux
Reflection
In liquid gold, she flows like a river,
Her form dissolves, yet remains forever.
A dance of light, a waltz of shade,
Where darkness shines, and gold is made.
Her visage, a mask of serene calm,
Belies the turmoil, the fluid balm.
That pours from her, a golden stream,
A symbol of change, a mystic dream.
In every drop, a story's told,
Of transformation, young and old.
The background swirls, a vortex deep,
A cosmic womb, where she sleeps.
And wakes, a phoenix, reborn,
In aurum flux, her spirit is sworn.