The Voids First Lantern

This piece feels like the moment darkness remembers it once held a heartbeat. That jagged black form heavy as a buried truth hangs in the centre like a relic carved from absence itself, yet the colours around it begin to stir, trembling with the shock of illumination. Golds, greens, and molten oranges swirl as if the universe is learning how to breathe again, pulled toward a flame that isn’t fire but awakening. It’s the kind of light that doesn’t banish the void, but teaches it how to glow from within an ember born in the deepest silence, carrying the fragile promise that even nothingness can ignite into meaning.