In the beginning, there was colorless motion, a void of possibilities. As cosmic alchemy would have it—gradients emerged. Each transition, a whisper from the universe, reminding us of the delicate balance between chaos and order.
Stars are born in the gradients of nebulae, where cosmic dust dances to the rhythm of unseen forces. Like thoughts skimming the surface of consciousness, they refine into meaning, into form, into light.
What does it mean to refine? To strip down illusions until only the essence remains—pure, vivid, transient. We are but travelers in this canvas, observing patterns, threading through the loom of time.
Wander further into the weft and weave: Intertwine Shadows, Glow of Luminescence, or ponder what remains with the Echo in the Void.