Long ago, there was a sky that wept in colors. Its tears were not water but shimmering veils of pink, blue, and violet that fell endlessly, painting the world in soft light. One evening, golden sparks began to pierce through the veil, like messages from the sun itself. The people below believed these drops of gold were fragments of forgotten stars, slipping down to remind them that even in storms, the heavens still burned bright. A child once caught a golden shard in her hand. Instead of burning, it melted into her skin, leaving a warm glow in her heart. From that day, wherever she walked, the rain of colors parted, and golden light followed her—proof that sometimes, the smallest hands are chosen to carry the greatest light. Mixed media on canvas. gold leaf. Size: 18x24x1"