Acrylic , texture on canvas. 18x24" In the land where night lasts for months, the mountains stand like ancient guardians, cloaked in snow. Above them, the sky blooms with curtains of violet and teal — the Auroras, believed by the elders to be whispers from the spirits of the North. They say if you stand upon the highest peak in complete silence, the lights will dance into shapes that tell you the story of your soul. One winter night, a lone traveler climbed to the summit, heart heavy with questions. As the colors shimmered overhead, they revealed visions of paths yet to come, guiding the traveler toward a destiny lit by starlight.