Pouring acrylic on canvas. gold pigment 11x13" In the quiet heart of the cosmos, a sleeping sun stirred. With a breath of molten gold and crimson fire, it spilled waves of light across the void. The flames danced, twirled, and collided in a cosmic ballet — each swirl a story of birth, destruction, and rebirth. For those who gazed upon it, the vision was said to ignite an unquenchable spark within, urging them to create, to dream, and to burn brightly in their own way.