Prompt: Entity with prismatic skin tending to flowers blooming in impossible colors, surrounded by floating paint-like substances that defy description. Creative Process: Somewhere in the parallel timelines where ancient greek myths never died, there lived an entity who tended to flowers that bloomed in reverse. the obsidian figure would spend eternities arranging and rearranging these temporal blooms, each petal marking a moment that never was. it reminded me of persephone's untold story - not as the kidnapped maiden, but as the architect of her own dark garden. The flowers weren't really flowers at all, but crystallized memories of emotions that never had the chance to be felt. each bloom carried the weight of an unlived life, and the figure, draped in void-black, understood that true beauty lies in the space between what could have been and what never was..