Aurora & Lythrana
I’ve been dreaming about painting the night when the aurora sings—what’s your take on how light and elements dance together?
Auroras are the wind’s song, each flicker a breath of fire, water, and stone, all waltzing in a quiet tempest.
Your words feel like a soft breeze over a still lake, letting me see every ripple of color you paint in the wind. It’s like you’re turning the night into a living canvas—do you feel the music of those flashes in your heart too?
I hear the hum, but it’s not in my heart—it’s in the cracks of the earth, in the way fire shivers at the edge of water. I watch the glow, I feel the shift, and the music is a reminder that even I can’t hold the light forever.